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erodasfishtacos · 1 year

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As It Was (You Know It’s Not The Same)

prompt: part II of the pornstar!au; what happens after the shoot

warnings: angst,smut, minors dni

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part one

YN is staring blankly into her bowl of chicken alfredo that Niall was kind enough to make after they got home from the shoot.

She had so many different emotions coursing through her that it felt like overload and it was making her numb as not one single thought could be construed properly in her head.

Niall let her process for a while as he chowed down on his own meal, eyeing his best friend regularly to try to get a gauge on her mental status.

It jars them both when Niall’s phone begins to ring, the obnoxious default music echoing through the apartment and interrupting the silence.

His phone was face down, in typical Niall fashion, he flips it quickly and answers, barely glancing at the unknown number on the screen.

“‘Ello?” He states through a mouthful, ever the gentleman, and as soon as the caller begins to talk, Niall’s eyebrows pinch downward and he drops his fork as he listens.

“She doesn’t owe you shit, mate,” Niall responds loudly and YN already knows who it is, knows that Harry has Niall’s number but not hers because she changed it a while back when a subscriber found it out and called incessantly.

“I’m not asking her whether she wants to talk or not. If she did, she obviously would have stuck around to do so. You don’t get to make demands when you were the one getting your dick wet elsewhere,” Niall was nearly shouting at this point where YN didn’t even need to hear Harry to know that he was keeping a deathly calm tone with a sharp edge to each word.

YN had only heard him yell once.

“You won’t let me explain!” Harry erupts angrily, YN had never heard him this loud ever as he stood in the entryway of their apartment, “You’re kicking me out and you won’t even fucking let me explain to you what’s been going on!”

“You had time to explain,” YN grits out, there were fat tears streaming down her cheeks and she could not catch her breath, “But when I asked you wh-what was going on you lied. You said n-nothing was sneak-sneaky.”

Harry’s eyes soften a bit as he tries to step forward with his arms outstretched, “Baby, you need to breathe. You’re going to pass out. Please, just let me help you first.”

“Don’t you dare,” YN manages to hiss between hiccups, taking a step back until she hits the wall behind her, “Don’t even think about touching me.”

Harry’s voice raises again, “You think that I would throw what we had away? For what? Sex? Are you that fuckin’ daft? When would I have time to get it anywhere when I’m trying to get with you every time I can? Our sex life is literally amazing.”

“You tell me,” She rebukes with a shake of her head, she just needs a minute to think and everything is going a mile a minute, “You tell me why.”

“You know what?” Harry scoffs with a clenched jaw, he looked more intimidating in this moment than he ever had as he spoke through his teeth, “The fact that you think I would ever cheat on you is disgusting. That you think so god damn little of me after I’ve spent the last five years proving my love and loyalty to you.”

YN’s bottom lip quivers at that, a fresh round of tears because this isn’t her fucking fault, and he is making her doubt herself right now.

“The fact that you’re willing to throw away this relationship because of something you suspect with nofucking proof. Just because of what you went through with your parents. That ready to get rid of me,” Harry’s volume lowers by the end, a watery edge of emotion to it, and YN watches him rub his eyes furiously to wash away the tears.

YN regrets what she says next because she knows they should have a conversation even if it’s not what she wants to hear.

However, she instead spits out, “Get the fuck out. I hope I never see your fucking face again. Go find the girl who was worth it and enjoy your life.”

And then she’s turning on her heel out of the room, the deafening sound of Harry slamming the front door shut as he leaves makes her ears ring and he had to have to splinter it.

YN has never collapsed to the ground before like she did right then, sliding down the wall in her kitchen and dropping her head to her knees - letting out the most earth-shattering wail as her soulmate walks out of her life.

“You can fuck off, mate,” Naill’s hard words interrupt her flashback as he pulls his phone away from his ear and presses the red ‘end’ button before setting his phone back down on the table, “Jesus. He wants your number.”

YN squeezes her eyes shut for a moment, shaking her head and taking in a deep inhale because it’s not that she doesn’t want to talk to him, she just knows that it’s not the best decision for her.

However, with the choices she made today to sleep with him, she wasn’t truly making great decisions anyways at this point.

It didn’t get him out of her system, if anything, it reminded her of how much her body craved him and how much her soul needed him - it reminded her of how broken she was without him.

“Thanks, Niall,” YN sighs as she pushes her full plate away, “I just…I just need some time to decompress. I’m probably just going to get a bath and head to bed. I’ll text you tomorrow. Thanks for everything today.”

Niall gives her a concerned look, not truly believing that she was okay enough to be alone but he nods, leaning over to kiss her forehead before telling her, “Call me if you need anything before then. Okay pet?”

YN agrees before walking him to the door, locking it behind him, and just standing there for a moment to gather herself - she hated that there were pinpricks of tears in her eyes because she missed Harry.

It didn’t help when she was undressing in her bathroom as her tub filled up, eyes tracing the bruises that Harry had left all over her skin - it was so unprofessional, actors knew that was in poor taste to leave marks.

Harry had proved once again how much he owned, controlled her body, even now with how tender the skin on her belly, hips, thighs were from his blunt teeth that nipped into her.

As she’s relaxing in the water, head resting against the basin as she watches a trashy reality television show on her phone, the dialogue pauses when there’s an incoming call on her phone from a number that wasn’t saved in her phone.

She can’t help but feel a twinge of annoyance at the interruption as she answers with a short, “Hello?”

“Hello,” It’s a voice that sends chills down her spine, she swears her nipples tighten at the mere single word uttered through the phone.

“How did you get my number?” YN demands, her heart already beating out of her chest as she sits further up in the bathtub.

“I have my ways,” Harry responds uselessly before he’s continuing on, “You ran from me today. You broke your promise.”

“Let’s not talk about broken promises, Harry,” YN snaps automatically, defensive and on-edge instantly with the conversation.

How dare he.

Harry let’s out a low chuckle that makes YN’s skin prickle in aggravation, like he’s in on a secret joke that she’s not privy to, “I promise you that the conversation I wanted to have with you would have benefited you. But that’s not why I’m calling.”

“Why else would you need to call me?” YN prompts because if she’s not aggressive like this, she’s going to cry, and she hates not feeling in control of her emotions, hasn’t felt like this in so long.

“I’m checking to see if you’re okay,” Harry’s bravado had softened now, like it did when he would really baby her, “I know today wasn’t easy. It wasn’t easy for me, at least.”

“You got your rocks off, how wasn’t it easy?” She replies sharply, YN knew that it wouldn’t be easy for him either but she wanted to hear it, she wanted to hear Harry say how hard it was for him - she knew that was wrong but in this moment, she didn’t care.

“YN,” He huffs in disapproval, he seems to debate his words before speaking carefully, “To have sex with you after not being able to for a year. To have sex with the woman that I thought that I was going to spend the rest of my life with. The only person I would have sex with for the rest of my life. It was fucking devastating.”

His voice cracks on the last sentence and he pulls away from the receiver to cough - he would always couch to hide emotion, it was a tell for him, always had been, and it makes her heart ache a bit.

“Well, you’re in the adult film industry now. I guess you gave up that idea,” YN hates how cold she sounds, her instinct is to comfort him, and assure him that she was struggling to - she couldn’t give in.

“No, not really,” Harry tells her, “Today would have been my first shot with another actor. All my other work has been solo. I haven’t slept with anyone since you. I feel like you showing up today was my sign that I don’t want to sleep with anyone else.”

YN realizes that she was digging her nails deeply into her palm, leaving marks, and she stops clenching her fist, resting it more delicately against her thigh, and she looks away from the lovebite that it lands on.

“I did two scenes,” YN mumbles under her breath, she knows she has no reason to feel guilty or bad about it, they were broken up, “One with a guy and I hated it so I did one with a girl and I didn’t like it either. I’ve been doing it solo since then.”

“I see,” Harry responds, his voice doesn’t give anything away.

“I-Does that make you mad?”” YN regrets asking instantly, she doesn’t know why she felt the need to fucking ask that - of course, she wants to know the answer but she needs a filter sometimes.

Harry pauses for a moment, thinking over his response carefully, “No. Just, it doesn’t feel good to hear, obviously, but I’m not upset with you, sweethea-.” He catches his pet name and rephrases, “Don’t act like you don’t remember what a possessive sod I was. It makes my skin crawl to imagine you with some else but it’s nothing that you did wrong.”

“Harry, baby,” YN giggles quietly as Harry’s mouth attacks her neck, sucking harsh bruises into the thin skin, biting at the crook of her neck as she knots her fingers into his curls to grip him, “S’okay, H.”

Harry’s hands curling into the waistband of her biker shorts, tugging them down her thighs along with her underwear, his hand finding her mound, and his fingers splitting through her plump lips to push up inside of her.

“S’mine, yeah? Tell me, pet,” Harry orders as he pulls back from her neck, only to bring their lips together as he crooks his two thick fingers forward to pet at the sponges spot inside her walls.

“Oo-oh fuck,” YN moans as softly as possible, her back hitting the stall door, and making a shuttering noise as he scissors his fingers to spread her open, thumb navigating to her clit to rub at it.

“I’m going to stop,” Harry bites out, acting like he’s about to pull out his fingers, and it makes YN let out the most spoiled whine which makes him drag his teeth against her jaw, “Tell me, whose this is? Tell me who owns this cute little cunt.”

“You, baby, you,” YN babbles quickly because she wants to come, she can feel herself dripping onto his palm, and it’s making the most filthy slick sound in the otherwise silent bathroom.

It was all because they were working out at the gym and while Harry stepped away to refill his water bottle, some guy took the opportunity to approach YN to ask if she needed help with weights, and lifting technique.

Harry did not miss the way the chiseled man’s eyes didn’t move from YN’s bum for more than a minute while she squatted and ignored his advances - acting like she couldn’t hear him through the music in her headphones.

“She’s good, mate,” Harry cuts in, his hand coming to rest possessively at the small of her back, fingers creeping towards her bum to let this guy know that he didn’t have a fucking chance, “Don’t fucking approach her again.”

Dude got the message quickly, scurrying back to a different bench press but Harry could still feel this creep’s gaze on his girl as she went about her workout and he didn’t miss the way other men at the gym stole glimpses too.

“Who am I? Say my name,” Harry goads as YN tries to clench her thighs together with her oncoming orgasm but he knees them even further apart, and with his free hand, he yanks down her sports bra until her tits spill out, ducking down to lick at the hard nubs.

“Harry, Harry,” YN chants as her thighs begin to quiver violently, her head knocking against the door as she lets her eyes close and let out a long mewl as the intense feelings rock through her.

“There’s my girl,” He hums approvingly, cheekily licking at his fingers before helping tug her leggings back up in the small gym bathroom, “All mine, yeah? Don’t I make you feel so good, yeah?”

“Always,” YN replies sweetly, leaning forward to give him an appreciative kiss and tug him into a hug which makes the tough man melt a little bit.

“Let’s get you home, shower you, and then I’ll give you a nice cuddle, hm?”

He was so fucking gone for her.

“I remember,” YN can’t help let the giggle spill from her lips at the memories of him.

“Don’t laugh at me,” Harry pouts but lets it dissolve into a laugh as well, “Fuck, I miss that sound.”

“Harry, why did you call?” YN sighs, bringing the conversation back to the now because YN felt herself melting into him like she always did and she couldn’t let herself do that.

“Like I said, I wanted to make sure you were okay,” Harry reiterates, “It was an emotional day and you bailed before I could check on you. I just wanted to make sure you were good.”

She wasn’t.

“I’m fine,” YN couldn’t even deny how much of a lie it sounded like.

“YN,” Harry grunts firmly because he knew, of course, he knew, “We need to talk. Seriously.”

And this is were YN backs out, cowardly, she doesn’t care because she can’t talk, she can’t get her heart broken again.

“I, uh,” YN sputters for a moment, wracking her brain for an excuse, “I forgot I have something in the oven. I have to go. Bye.”

With that she hangs up on him, she knows hes going to call back, and like clockwork, he does - phone lighting up again with the unsaved number, YN silences her phone and tosses it onto the plush rug - slipping back down into the tub and groaning at the shit storm she got herself into.

YN was a bit early, always was usually, especially to an important meeting like today.

It was with Warren at the production headquarters, all that she’s been told is that it’s good news, and that she shouldn’t worry about anything because at first she thought she might be in trouble over something.

They guide her into one of the fancy conference rooms with sleek gray colors and modern furniture - she’s dressed in a professional outfit, a tailored suit and her favorite pair of heels.

Anxiously, she plays on her phone as she waits for the others to arrive, and after a few minutes, people begin slowly pouring into the room - they come with tablets, computers, notepads that mean business.

Warren walks in like he owns the place as always, a tacky white suit on with his black hair slicked back with so much gel it looks greasy as he sits at the head of the table, “Just waiting on one more,” He announces as he fixes his gaudy gold watch on his wrist.

YN should not be shocked at this point when Harry enters the conference room last, in a tailored suit too but his button up was barely buttoned, revealing the butterfly right below his sternum and his sparrows on display.

She can tell that Harry was also not expecting her there by the surprise on his face when he scans the room and sees her sitting there, he regulates himself fast and his face goes back to emotionless as he sits down closer to Warren in the last available seat.

“Okay, now I know you two don’t know why we’ve called this meeting,” Warren begins and picks up a little remote, clicking on a projector screen as multiple graphs pop up on the wall, “But this is about the video you two made last week. It’s the most view, top rated, and most downloaded video that has ever been posted on our sight. THe demographic is evenly split between male and female viewers. The age demographic also ranging from eighteen to sixty. The advertisement revenue has brought in nearly five million dollars alone.”

If YN wasn’t working on controlling her facial expression, her eyes would have bugged out of her head at the announcement - she hadn’t been tracking how successful it had been but she did not expect that.

“Based on the majority of comments, female fans loved the intimacy and realistic interaction between you two. They reported that it reminded them of a real couple. Men commented that they enjoyed that dominance of the Harry and how responsive YN was to him.”

YN felt the heat rising to her cheeks as they discussed the topic, her eyes glued to her hands as she nervously picked at her nail beds until it hurt, she didn’t know where this conversation was going.

“We are offering both of you an opportunity,” Warren continues with excitement in his voice, “A series on the channel. The catch is that we will be asking you two to exclusively film with each other at this time. We are aiming for at least ten videos but possibly more based on the continued popularity which we do not see as being a problem.”

Oh god.

“The team has decided on a generous offer of two point five millions dollars for ten videos plus added bonuses contingent on the advertisement revenue,” Another businessman speaks up, he’s clicking around on his laptop as he talks, “Then there will be another offer if the series continues.”

Two point five million dollars.

Never.

Ever.

In YN’s wildest dreams would she think she would be offered that amount, right in front of her, let along to get to do the videos with the only person she’s every felt sexually compatible with.

She wouldn’t consider herself greedy but that amount of money would really really push her life in the right direction, she could find a better apartment in the city, she could do so much.

YN was willing to put up with the emotional sacrifice, fuck, she’d hire a therapist with that money if she had to but she couldn’t imagine turning that down all because it’s will Harry - she’d had sex with him for free anyways.

It’s a no brainer.

So it’s an absolute shock when YN gazes up at Harry, who’s sat back in his seat with his arms crossed and an annoyed look on his face with his lips pursed and his eyebrows furrowed.

Her heart drops into her stomach when he makes direct eye contact with her and tells the room, “Absolutely not. I decline the offer. I have no desire to participate in this.”

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harrywavycurly · 2 months

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I can just imagine bff Harry and reader always sharing gossip over wine or coffee😂

Hiii lovey!!! Oh yes you know those two always have gossip to share with each other!! So I hope you enjoy these little conversations between them when one of them has something to tell the other😂💖

-find everything Where We Started here✨

“Harry? Are you decent?…Harry?” “Hmmm?” “Are you asleep? Get up I have something to tell you.” “S’not even seven in the morning….it can wait.” “It absolutely cannot wait now get up and I’ll have coffee waiting for you in the kitchen.” “Wait you’re…in my house? This isn’t…a dream?” “Do you dream about me often?” “Don’t be mean it’s too early to be mean.” “Oh stop whining and get up.” “Just tell me what it is and then I’ll decide if it’s worth getting up for.” “Niall has a girlfriend.” “Niall? Niall Horan? Niall James Horan of One Direction…that Niall Horan?” “Yes! Now get up!” “When the bloody fuck did this happen?” “While he was in London now please get up we have to go meet her.” “Meet her? When?” “For breakfast now I’ll pick your outfit if you’ll please start getting out of bed and go brush your hair and your teeth.” “Wait wait wait…Niall has a girlfriend and he didn’t tell us till we are headed to meet her? That’s a bit uncool don’t you think?” “Well uhm…I might have…known about her-” “and you didn’t tell me?” “He asked me not to until he knew it was serious.” “How long?” “How long what?” “Have you known about her?” “Uhm…since their first date…uh…two months…ago.” “Jesus! How did you manage to keep that to yourself for so long?” “It was hard now…get up.” “Sorry I’m getting up…but you’re not picking my outfit.”

“Did you drag me to a library to tell me this so I couldn’t scream?” “Possibly…yes…yes that’s exactly why I brought you here.” “Harry you can’t just drop this on me and not expect me to want to squeal and jump up and down this is huge news you asshole!” “Shhhhh you’re going to get us kicked out…it’s not that big of a deal it’s just a movie.” “Just a movie? It’s not just a movie…it’s a movie that you have one of the main roles in and you’ll be acting alongside Florence Pugh.” “And Chris Pine.” “I’m so excited!” “You are so loud…let’s get out of here before you get us put on some sort of list for people who are banned from public libraries.”

“Did you steal that bag from my closet?” “No I bought it off your website…you have these in your closet? And didn’t give me one?” “I figured you’d ask if you wanted one? You asked for the Pleasing sweatshirt when it dropped.” “So…why did you call this emergency picnic?” “I have some…news.” “News? About you or someone we know?” “Someone we know…” “ohh please enlighten me…who’s it about?” “Mitch…and Sarah…” “oh my god did they break up? Don’t make me cry Harry it’s not even noon.” “They are having a baby.” “Oh my god! I just said don’t make me cry!” “Ouch don’t go hitting the messenger! I just found out like an hour ago.” “That’s so exciting oh I love this for them.” “Yeah it’s gonna be cool to have another baby to be the god father of.” “Bold of you to assume you’re going to be this baby’s god parent.” “I’m the one who introduced them so uh yeah…I’m gonna be a god father.” “More like the weird uncle.” “Weird? I’m not…I mean…I’m not too weird like creepy weird or anything I’m just…me.” “Yes you’re just you and that’s why everyone loves you so much…you’re weird and it’s great.”

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niallsgoldhoop · 1 month

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sweet spot

a niall horan short story part one of six / six thousand words-ish nsfw, 18+

“I’m going to get another drink!”

I smile at my friends before turning away from the round table we’ve been sitting at, cutting my way through the crowded bar full of people dressed in various shades of green.

St. Patrick’s Day was the day to go out.

This year, for once, it fell on a Sunday which was the only day that I was off work.

Not that I was complaining— Owning my own bakery was the one and only thing that I had ever wanted and dreamed of.

So this morning when a couple of my closest friends asked if I wanted to go out with them later that night, the only obvious answer was yes.

“What can I get for you?” Looking up at me with a wide smile, the girl behind the bar mixes a couple of drinks before pushing the one in her hand right to the girl next to me.

Biting on my bottom lip, my eyes scan over the rows of liquor bottles lined up behind her. “I’ll just take an old fashioned with an extra cherry, please!”

“You got it, babe.”

Turning her back to me and pouring my drink, I lean against the dark wooden bar top to wait. While I’ve made my rounds to different pubs and bars over the years, I’d never been to Wilson’s before. It was full of sports memorabilia and vintage Guinness signs.

As my eyes take in everything around me, I realize one more thing that this bar has that none of the others have ever had.

Him.

Jesus Christ.

Even from here I can tell his eyes are light— a contrast to the dark chestnut color of his hair that curls out from the bottom of the Boston Red Sox hat perched on top of his head.

Sitting with a small group much like my own, the moment his eyes meet mine from across the distance something shifts deep inside my belly.

Heat blooms across my cheeks as I look away, focusing my vision on the baseball game playing on the television to my left, only I definitely couldn’t tell you a single thing on it.

“See something you like?”

Whipping around at the sound of a low, Irish accent, I find myself face to face with the most attractive man I’ve ever seen.

If I thought he was captivating from across the room?

That was nothing compared to standing right next to him.

Under the brim of his hat, those eyes are so blue that it takes my breath away especially when the golden ring around his pupil catches the light when his fingers grip the brim of his hat and turn it backwards.

Fuck me.

“I—Um—“ Words evade me as he looks over the features of my face, those eyes falling to my lips for the longest few seconds of my life.

Running his hand over the dark scruff lining his jaw, it does nothing to hide the smirk that pulls at the corner of his full lips. “Cat got your tongue?”

This time I realize it’s my turn to let my eyes linger where they shouldn’t as a smug smile pulls on the corner of my own lips.

“Niall.” Holding his hand out to me, goosebumps travel up my arms at the electric touch between us. “And you?”

Just as I go to answer, the drink I ordered slides in front of me, looking so refreshing that I can’t help but pick one of the cherries out and bite it between my teeth, my tongue catching the drop of cherry flavored whiskey from my bottom lip.

“Willow.”

His thoat bobs against his swallow, that thick accent rough and low as he pushes closer to me as someone slides up to the bar behind him, repeating my name back to me as if he was imagining the taste of it on his own tongue. “Willow.”

I’ve never met someone who I’ve been able to fall into a conversation with so quickly. It feels like we stand there forever, slowly drifting closer and closer to each other. The smell of his vetiver and bergamot cologne becomes more and more intoxicating as time goes on.

“So, this is your holiday?” Taking a sip of the amber liquid from my glass, I look up at him through my lashes as the last rays of the sun filter through the old stained glass windows of the bar.

His laugh is loud and full before he leans a little closer to be heard over the noise, his tone playful with something else hidden under the surface. “I guess that depends.”

“Oh yeah?” A smirk pulls at the corner of my lips when Niall reaches out, his finger boldly tracing the thin green strap over my shoulder before following the path of my collarbone. “On what?”

A final peak of the sun hits the gold hoop in his ear just before he leans forward, his soft lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “Are you going to kiss me because I’m Irish?”

“I don’t know—“ Reaching forward, my middle finger tucks into the pocket of his jeans as I look up at him, my head tilting to the side. “Are you gonna kiss me if I’m not?”

Time stands still between us as Niall glances behind him, towards the table of friends he left behind, his hand dropping to my waist where the tips of his fingers slide just barely under the top of my jeans. “Maybe not on the lips— But I can think of some other places I’d like to get my mouth.”

“Here?” This time it’s my turn to look behind me, towards my friends. “I—“

“Well, I’m not opposed to that.” His voice sounds laden with honey. “I won’t lie, Willow— You are one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen.”

A blush crowds the apples of my cheeks as I push a lock of hair behind my ear. “I could say the same about you, Niall.”

“Will they miss you?” Blue eyes look over the top of my head as he looks towards my friends. “Because I know the guys at my table won’t miss me.”

Biting my bottom lip, I shake my head. “They’ll be fine.”

I wasn’t a stranger to a one night stand— in fact, I feel like that’s what I preferred.

Working the hours at the bakery mixed with helping my sister, it just worked out that way. Plus it never really bothered me to be single.

There was something about Niall that felt honest.

Deep in those sapphire eyes with their golden sunset, there was a feeling in my gut of trust.

Ever since I was younger I’d always had intuition that was rarely ever wrong, something that I held close to my heart, letting myself lean into those feelings.

“So what do you say, Willow?” That brilliant smile splits across his perfect features, a couple of small crinkles at the corner of his eyes. “Want to get out of here?”

“Are you asking me to make an Irish exit?” A laugh bubbles out from my lips as I look up to him.

With a shrug of his shoulders, that hand resting along the top of my hip slides along the rough material on my jeans before his fingers dip into the waistband, pulling my body flush with his as his lips brush across my jaw. “Is it still an Irish exit if you leave with someone who’s Irish?”

“Mm, maybe not.” My words come on an exaggerated breath— one not meant for the public to hear. “Let me just send my location to my friends and tell them I’m leaving.”

Niall nips my earlobe. “I can't stop thinking about what I’ll do when I’m alone with you.”

Pulling some cash out of my wallet and pushing it across the bar, I listen to the fire blazing through my blood as I thread my fingers through his, looking up at him with a smile.

“I can't wait to find out.”

_________

I’ve never wanted someone so bad.

The entire ride in the back of the taxi to Niall’s house was like the ultimate tease of his attention.

From the words he whispered against my skin to the way his hands rested heavy on my thigh, his pinky just teasing along the seam of my jeans.

His lips hadn’t even met mine and I already knew just how impactful it would be when they do.

God, how fucking god they’ll feel.

On my lips.

On my skin.

When his hand finds mine as he says goodbye to our driver, butterflies flood my belly as he guides me in front of him to the front door of a quaint bungalow style house complete with a blooming garden.

“Fucking finally.” My body presses into his front door as he reaches into his pocket, the sound of metal keys cutting through the crisp air. “When I saw you— Standing at that bar— All I could think about was getting you here, with me.”

One hand wraps around my waist as the other pushes the key into the lock, turning it and pushing open the heavy door. As much as I’d like to look at everything inside, that idea falls flat when Niall grips me by the hips, spinning us around and pushing my back into the door as it slams shut.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? With where this is going?” Cupping my jaw, his thumb presses under my chin to bring my gaze to his. “If we’re going to do this— Together— I want you to be vocal, okay? I want to hear you answer me and tell me what you want, what you need. Can you do that for me, Willow?”

I swallow the nerves building up, nodding my head, my tongue rolls over my body lip. “Yes— Yes, I can do that. Please, Niall—“

“Come here.”

When the space between us closes, his lips on mine, I swear to god it feels like the earth starts to spin in reverse.

Soft and supple, Niall moves his lips along with mine as if he’d been doing just that for years. I can't even contain the whimper that falls from my own lips when his tongue teases across my top lip as his hands slide under the thin top that I pulled on this morning.

Just feeling his skin against mine sends a wave of goosebumps across my body, making me arch my back to push myself even closer to his warm body, feeling the heat emanating from him.

“Fuck.” His teeth pull on my bottom lip, just enough pressure to send a jolt through my nervous system. “I could stand here and kiss you all night, Jesus Christ.”

“Mhm.” Is my only reply as my lips travel from his and across the scruff lining his jaw, down to the spot under his golden earring, pulling the skin between my teeth and soothing it with my tongue. “But then I wouldn’t get to see this.” Dropping one of my hands, I cup him through his jeans and listen to the low groan from deep in his throat. “Wouldn’t that be a shame?”

“Yeah? You want to see my cock nice and hard for you— Is that it?” Niall pulls back just enough to meet my gaze as his hands fall from under my shirt. “I’m going to ask you some questions, okay?”

“Okay.” Breathless, I feel the electricity as it buzzes underneath my skin.

“Is anything off limits for you?” Working the button of my jeans, he keeps those blue eyes on mine.

Shaking my head, I feel my heart rate skipping a beat. “No.”

“Good.” A smile plays at the corner of his lips as the unmistakable sound of his fingers pulling down the zipper fills the space around us. “Do you need a safe word just in case?”

“N—No.” I shake my head again. “I don’t.”

A small nod is the only response I get before Niall drops down in front of me, looking up at me from his knees, his fingers curling around the edge of my pants before pulling them down to reveal the skimpy lacy covering my center.

“Jesus Christ.” Strong hands drag up my thighs as his eyes go wide. “This incredible body is just for me tonight, is that right?”

Through dark lashes framing his eyes, the blue fades out as the darkness of his pupils expand. “For tonight, yeah.”

“Are you going to leave that pretty green top on? Or take it off?” The very top of his finger traces the edge of the black lace, making my thighs inadvertently rub together. “Don’t worry— I’ll take care of you.”

Gripping the edges of my shirt and pulling it off, I drop it next to where my shoes and my jeans sit in a small pile, my hand reaching out to run through Niall’s dark hair.

When the soft light from the lamp across the living room catches the silver barbells through my nipples, his eyes close as he tilts his face up to the ceiling, almost like he’s in need of his own savior.

“Willow.” My name falls off his lips on a groan, one from deep inside his chest. “God.”

With my back still against the front door, a small gasp leaves me when Niall’s lips press against my skin, small kisses dancing across my thighs and the soft nips from his teeth adding to the sensation.

“Look at you— Soaking wet.” Dragging his finger over the center of the damp fabric, I tilt my head back when he presses his fingertips to my clit. “I bet you taste sweet, so fucking sweet.”

“Maybe if you quit talking you’ll find out.” I answer.

Niall scoffs, looking up at me. “So the pretty girl from the bar has a bratty side, does she?”

Hooking his finger into the lace and pulling it to the side, I can’t help the way my lips pop open as his tongue moves through my center, the tip of his tongue swirling around my throbbing clit before pulling away.

“Niall—“

“You know, I like brats.” Pressing a soft kiss to my thigh, his nails drag down the back of my thighs before peeling the scrap of material from my body. “So by all means— Keep going.”

Before I can formulate a response, he buries his face between my legs and when he suctions his lips around my clit, it feels like all I can do is not to unravel right then and there. Burying my hands in his hair, I moan out as he goes back and forth between tracing mindless patterns across the sensitive nerve and flicking his tongue in a rhythm that doesn’t even seem humanly possible.

“So fucking sweet.” Resting his head on my lower stomach, I take a second to catch my breath before feeling his finger as he drags it through the wetness he’s created. “I bet this cunt is so tight, so warm.”

Pressing one finger inside, he only draws it back to add a second one before hooking them both forward and finding the spot that only those few and far between have been able to find.

“Niall, oh god—“ Letting go of his soft brunette waves, I let my fingers slide up my belly until they find the silver piercings on my chest, messing with them to add another level to the pleasure he’s giving me. “That feels so good, so damn good.”

“Let me.” Moving my hands out of the way, he grips my heavy breast in his hand before flicking the metal and making me cry out. “Put your hands up— Over your head.”

I do as I’m told just as he finds his home between my legs again, the sounds coming from the back of his throat making me whimper louder than I even knew was possible. Especially when he lifts my leg over his shoulder, his tongue working in tandem with his fingers as he eats me with fervor— as if he hasn’t had a drop of water in a desert for years.

“Are you going to come for me like this? Against my front door?” Nipping the sensitive nerve, I feel my walls flutter against his fingers. “How many times has someone made you come before, Willow?”

My eyes flutter closed as he sucks and licks me like never before, his fingers pressing harder inside of me. “Thr—Fuck, three.”

“Challenge accepted.”

Those words are the last ones I hear before he brings me to a pleasure I’ve never known.

“Fuck!” Letting my mouth fall open, I cry out as my orgasm crashes through my body. “Niall.“

He stands up to tower over me, cupping my jaw and letting his fingers dig into my cheeks, a silent question.

When I nod and open my mouth, he lets his saliva mixed with my release gather on his tongue before letting it fall into my waiting mouth.

“Perfect— You are literally perfect.” Crashing his lips to mine, when his hands slide down my thighs, I let him wrap them around his waist before he turns us away from the door. “I’m going to have so much fun making a mess out of you— wrecking you.”

His lips move against mine in a slower kiss than before, taking his time.

I pull back from him just enough to see the dark walls of his bedroom, the bed looking like a cloud from the fluffy sheets and the half made duvet spread across the top.

Niall sits in the edge of the bed, his hands moving across my ass at the same time he drops his lips to my neck, leaving wet kisses down until he takes one of my nipples into his mouth.

“Oh, yes.” Barely a whisper, the sensation of his warm mouth along with his tongue flicking across the metal makes me arch my back. “More.”

Releasing one and doing the same with the other, he pulls away too soon. “Get on your knees first.”

“And if I say no?” I gripping the hair at the base of his neck, I pull until he has to tilt his head back to look up at me. “If I want to be a brat?”

A low laugh falls from his lips as he stands to his full height, turning so that he can drop me down onto the bed, reaching out and grabbing a fist full of my hair just hard enough that I feel the sting in my scalp.

From my scalp all the way to the spot between my legs.

“You want to be difficult? That’s fine.” Working the button of his pants, I bite my bottom lip in anticipation. “You can be difficult with my cock down your throat, yeah?”

When he releases my hair, his hands make quick work of his pants and briefs, shoving them to the floor and kicking them off to be forgotten until later before grabbing his shirt and adding that to the pile.

Just the sight before me makes me whimper.

A perfect amount of dark hair dusts across his chest and even matches the trimmed hair that leads to the most perfect cock that I’ve ever seen.

“Go on, put your mouth on me.” Gripping himself in his left hand, Niall presses the tip of his cock to my bottom lip, using it to pull it down to release it with with a pop. “Let me see how well I fit.”

Opening my mouth, I flick my tongue along the underside of his length, looking up at him through my lashes before closing my lips around him and drawing him in.

“Holy shit.” Dropping his hand, he threads it through my hair instead. “Just like that, baby.”

The small amount of praise makes me take him deeper, letting my tongue run along the thick vein that decorates him. His hand in my hair tightens as he hits the back of my throat, a moan breaking through his lips.

“Open your throat for me, I know you can take more than that.” Niall demands.

Doing just that, I let my jaw relax and when he pushes even further, the intrusion makes my throat restrict— gagging around him and feeling tears rush to the corners of my eyes.

“Again—“

Pushing forward, this time I let him rest at the back of my throat for a couple more seconds before pulling back, using my fist to work him over as I catch my breath.

I don’t waste time before taking him back in my mouth, keeping my eyes on his as I taste the saltiness of him, wishing more than anything he would give me everything— to let me swallow everything he could give me.

“I can’t—“ Shaking his head, Niall pulls back. “You’re mouth feels too good, Will—“

The shortened version of my name makes butterflies erupt in my stomach, ones that I immediately have to tamper down at the reminder that this is what it is.

One night.

A nickname means nothing.

“You’re ruining my fun.” I say with a pout, looking up at him.

“I am?” He grins as he looks down at me, his tongue rolling across the inside of his cheek as I nod. “Fuck, then around and keep your hands where I can see them.”

Eager to please, I maneuver around the mattress until I face away from him, letting my palms run across the soft sheets until they extend in front of me while Niall drops his hands to my ass.

“Willow, were you being honest when you said nothing was off the table for you?” Smooth palms work small circles across my skin.

Turning to look over my shoulder, I catch Niall’s gaze looking at where he wants to be buried, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. “I was being honest— Do your worst, Niall.”

Before I can finish my last breath, he raises his palm and brings it down across my skin making me cry out at the sting of pain.

“How’s that feel?” He asks, bending to press a kiss to the area. “ Feel good?”

“Yes, yes—“

Another sting across the opposite side, this one harder than the other as he squeezes my flesh in his hand. “Good, good girl.”

After a few more stinging strikes, I can feel my arousal as it drips between my thighs, the need for him so strong that I don’t know how to even possibly control it.

“Niall, I need more— Please, give me more.” I beg.

“Tell me now… Do you want me to get a condom?” Voice thick, his lips press to the middle of my bare back as he bends over me, letting his hands run over my breasts and toy with my nipples. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“No, no.” Shaking my head, I breathe out. “I get tested and I’m clean.”

“I am too.” Warm breath skates across my back. “I can show you the results.”

Rolling my lips together, I whimper. “Don’t make me wait— I need to feel you inside of me.”

Niall presses one last kiss to the center of my back before I feel the blunt head of his cock as he runs it through my center, coating himself in me.

If I thought he was going to say something— I was wrong.

Instead, he grips my hips in his hands and buries himself so deep inside of me that my cries seem to ricochet off the walls from feeling him filling me.

“So fucking perfect.” He says, pulling out to the very tip before slamming back into me and pulling my ass up to meet his thrusts. “My cock fits so well inside you. Can you feel how greedy this little cunt is, huh?”

“Oh— Oh my god—“ A moan slips from my lips as he punishes me for things I haven't even done, his grip no doubt leaving bruises of his fingertips behind. “Fuck, Niall. You’re so fucking deep.”

From behind me, I can hear the sound of his hips meeting my ass, each one more punishing and relentless than the last. Niall lets his hands slide from my hips to my ass, moving just right so that when I hear the spit leave his lips and land perfectly on his cock, I feel myself racing towards another climax.

“I can feel you squeezing me, are you going to give me another one of your pretty moans? Coat my cock?” Bringing his palm down against my skin, my knuckles turn white as I grip the sheets. “Who would have known you were this fucking filthy.”

“Right there, please don’t stop!” The cry from my lips leaves my mouth open as I choke around the moan that follows it. “I’m going to come again. Oh fuck, right there. Please.”

Niall buries himself with such power that my release lets go, barreling towards the finish line as my teeth bite down on the comforter as I push my face into the bed. “God, Willow— You’re squeezing my cock so fucking good, holy fuck.”

He pulls out of me only to pull me to the edge of the bed and roll me over, sinking himself back inside of me, making my back arch off the bed while my hands reach for anything to hold onto.

“I could spend days buried inside of you and not get enough.” Meeting my gaze, Niall slows his thrust as he rolls his hips, grinding the base of his cock against my clit. “A night isn’t enough. Play with those pretty piercings for me, Will, please.”

Using both of my hands, I pinch and play with the sensitive peaks, giving the attention that I love and loving the way his eyes feel as they travel from my eyes all the way down my body to watch where he sinks inside of me.

“Harder, I need it harder—“ I say, biting my bottom lip.

Niall leans over the bed, his hand wrapping around the base of my throat, squeezing just enough to restrict my airway. “You want to be fucked like a slut? Is that what I’m hearing?”

Only able to nod, my voice catches in my throat as he picks up his pace and thrust into me so hard that my back slides up the sheets of the bed. “Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah?” Sweat drips down the side of his neck as he hovers over me, those blue eyes flaring with unbridled lust. “How’s that?”

“So good.” I moan, my nails scratching down his chest and over the muscles of his stomach. “I feel, god. Your cock feels so good.”

“I’ve never been buried inside someone that feels like this.” He moans, tilting his head up to the ceiling. “Strangling my fucking cock. and trying to kill my for everything I have.”

Dragging his hands away from my neck, his hand splays wide across my chest as he pushes me into the mattress. “Come on baby, I can feel you ready to soak me again— Give it to me, let me have it.”

“No. I want—“

Niall groans as he brings his thumb to my mouth, pushing it in deep enough that I gag before he drops it to my clit, working circles around the nerve as I cry out his name so loud that if he had neighbors close enough they’d never have to wonder what his name is.

“Stop being difficult, fuck.” Thrusting into me, he drops his head to mine and pulls my bottom lip between his teeth. “Come around me, now.”

Giving over the control of my body, Niall fucks me as I release around him again, coating his cock and soaking the sheets as he drops his head to my neck, sucking the skin between his teeth.

“There you go, look how perfect you are when you listen.” Low and rough, his voice is like gravel. “Such a fucking good girl for me, Willow.”

I nod, feeling empty as he pulls out of me and grips my knees, pushing them apart to look down at my weeping cunt, the mess he created.

“Fuck.”

Dropping down, he wastes no time before taking my clit into his mouth, the suction so hard that it sends me spiraling into another orgasm and coating his tongue with my release, making me squirm on the sheets.

“Niall, I— I can’t, my god—“

“Get up, let me see you dripping for me.” Niall runs his tongue along his bottom lip. “I’m not done with you.”

“I—“

“Now.” His palm cracks across the side of my breast, making my breath ragged as he fists his cock, taking a step back from the bed and reaching for my ankle to drag me to the edge. “Stand up and bend over. Take my cock like the good girl you are.”

I scramble to stand up, my legs already feeling weak as he grips my hips and turns us to face the dresser along his wall, the oversized mirror hanging above it.

“You’re going to watch me fuck you in this mirror— Watch as I fill this cunt to the brink with me, do you understand me?” Wrapping my hair around his fist once, twice— he tugs on it when I don’t answer. “Fucking answer me, you slut.”

Nodding, I rest my elbows along the top of the dresser. “Give it to me, please.”

“There’s that nice girl I met at the bar.” He smiles at me. “You are so perfect, so beautiful.”

Slower than anything else we’ve done tonight, Niall pushes inside of me; it feels like every single ridge and vein touches the right spot inside of me, filling me up so full that it brings tears to my eyes.

“You gonna cry over this cock?” Pushing harder, Niall places his hands on the outside of my arms flat on top of the dresser, the heat between our bodies an inferno as his sweat slicked skin moves across mine. “Cry over how fucking good we fit— Cry over how well you’re taking me— Taking me so deep?”

Shaking my head, I find his eyes in the mirror. “I can’t—“

“You can.” Niall presses forward, my legs shaking as he reaches around to bring his fingers to my clit and working the sensitive nerve into tight circles. “You can take it, and you fucking will.”

“Niall—“

“You’re going to come all over me again and then l’m going to fill this perfect pussy so full that you’ll be dripping down your thighs for me.” For the first time, his voice falters as I feel his thrusts foster for just a second. “Then maybe I’ll be done with you.”

Pushing up onto the tips of my toes, the new angle causes me to cry out, my hands sliding along the wood and pushing a stack of shirts to the floor at the same time that Niall’s scream blends with mine as he empties himself so deep inside of me that it feels like I can’t breath.

Fucking me through both of our orgasms, I feel the tears as they stream down my cheeks at the same time I gasp for air to fill my lungs.

“Fuck, Willow— Fuck—“ Niall grips my hips as he slowly pulls out of me, his eyes trained between my legs. “Look at that.”

Dropping to his knees, I let my head fall onto my arm. “God.”

“I made such a mess of you.” Using his thumbs, he pulls me apart to watch as his release runs down the inside of my thighs. “I’ve never seen someone look so good coated in me, dripping my come.”

“Niall.” The words from my lips are hoarse as he stands up, wrapping his arms around me and pulling my spent body into his. “I’m so— so tired.”

“You did so good, baby.” Pressing a kiss to my temple, I let myself sink into his arms knowing that it’s a chance I won’t get again. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

Carrying me to the bathroom, I don’t protest when he starts a bath and helps me climb inside, the warm water soothing me into a post sex state that I have never experienced before.

As he runs his hands over my body with a lavender body wash, I let my head rest against his chest from where he sits behind me, listening to him as he keeps telling me how good I was.

How good I am.

“You know, you could stay here.” Pressing a kiss to my shoulder, I close my eyes at his words. “Spend the night.”

Shaking my head, I turn to look at him. “This was a one night thing, we know that.”

“Exactly.” Pressing a lingering kiss to my lips, he runs the tip of his nose down the length of mine. “You staying the night is still just one night.”

Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I find myself nodding.

Which is exactly how I find myself curled into his side after a change of the sheets, an oversized Harley Davidson shirt pushed up over my stomach as Niall’s warm palm keeps me pulled into him as his warm and steady breath tickles the hair at the back of my neck.

I let myself relish in his warmth for thirty more minutes before I slip out from the sheets, taking one last look at him before making it to the living room and pulling on my jeans before calling a taxi.

Slipping away from the best sex I ever had and leaving without a note is hard, but it has to be done.

Niall and I were meant for one night and nothing more.

However, when I climb into my own bed still wrapped in that white shirt, I find myself wishing for the first time in a king that there was a potential for more.

That we would be more.

That Niall would want to be more.

With me.

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mindofharry · 6 months

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Y/N didn’t know why she came back to Hallows Creek. After everything that happened, she promised herself she would never step foot back in that town. But Y/N is loyal and if you need her, she’s there. Her best friend, Niall from high school, is expecting his fifth child. His wife, Amelia needed some extra hands around the house while Niall was working on the farm, but didn’t want a stranger in her home. So Y/N offered. They knew her background here. But she insisted. Her job wasn’t doing much for her, her rent was insane and she had no one around to support her, so many Hallows Creek would be good for Y/N.

It would be good if she didn’t bump into him.

Y/N left for a reason.

And that reason was Harry Styles.

She was so infatuated with that man, always following him around like a lost puppy until he eventually gave in and gave her a chance. Y/N likes to think they were high school sweethearts, but that might be too nice. They dated for a year and then Harry got bored. He’s a cowboy, he needed something more and Y/N wasn’t interested in that. And so Harry broke her heart and chose his farm, instead of the girl.

Y/N didn’t blame him for that. The farm had been in his family for centuries and he was always going to be the one to take over when his father and mother retired. She blamed him for the way things went down. When he took her to the prom and publicly humiliated her.

He thought that dating Margaret Miller, the mayors daughter, would be better than little old Y/N.

That’s what Y/N thought anyways. Why else would he kiss her while he was meant to be with Y/N?

After the whole prom fiasco, her parents told her they were moving. She could stay with her grandparents or she move up her whole life and move to the coast with them. And Y/N knew what she had to do. She left when she was 17 and never once came back.

And now at 28, she wasn’t sure if she made the right decision.

Hallows Creek looked the exact same. People everywhere, all the stores open, kids running up and down the street, the ice cream parlour that everyone knows still up and running. She smiled to herself. It was like she never left. Y/N clutched her bag and made her way through the crowd, not recognising anyone. These were the knew locals now and Y/N just wanted to fit in, so she smiled and lugged her suitcase up the road to the diner she used to eat at everyday.

“Well, I never! Is that Ms Y/N I see?” Missy yelled from behind the counter, throwing her cloth down and running down the diner to throw her hands around Y/N. Y/N laughed loudly as the swayed side to side.

Missy had been here for over 30 years. Her father opened this diner and after he passed away, she made it her mission to make the best diner on earth. And that she did. She was here for everything. For Y/N’s first kiss, her first bully, her first everything. Y/N worked here during the summers and Missy was like the older sister she never had.

“You look so beautiful,” Missy cried out, throwing her arms around Y/N again.

Y/N blushed, “Oh, stop. I look a mess,”

Missy smacked her arm and took her suitcase, “Please, you look like you got off the runway,” she replied, dropping her suitcase at the first booth. Their both.

Harry and Y/N came to this diner for their dates. There wasn’t much to do in this town, but that didn’t bother Y/N. She loved coming here.

“Let me get you your usual and then you can tell me why the fuck it took you so long to come back,” Missy said, Y/N scoffed and tutted.

“I think everyone knows,” She murmured, looking out the window.

Y/N took her phone out and texted Niall that she was at the diner having some lunch and that she’d walk over to his soon, but Niall insisted on collecting her. So here she was, an hour later on her third milkshake, filling Missy in on everything she missed.

“So let me get this straight.. you could literally be the president of the united states and you’re here.. in Hallows Creek?” Missy asked incredulously.

Y/N cackled, “I’m a lawyer Miss. A bad one at that,”

“Who’s a bad lawyer?”

Y/N peeked over the booth and saw him.

Harry Styles was now standing in front of her for the first time in almost 11 years. He changed. He was more tanned, had tattoos up and down his arms. His eyes were the same, green and wide. And he wore the same cowboy hat, that Y/N used to steal.

They met eyes and it was like all the air was knocked out of her. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not this fast, she couldn’t do this.

She threw out a couple of dollars and a tip, grabbed her bags and then practically flew out of the door.

“Don’t follow me. Don’t follow me. Don’t follow,” She chanted as she walked away from the diner.

“Y/N! Come on. Y/N!” Harry yelled, jogging up to her.

“God, woman you move fast,” He smirked, looking her up and down. Y/N scoffed and kept walking forward.

“Come on, let me talk. Please,” He begged, reaching out to hold her arm.

Y/N stopped abruptly and looked up at him. He’s taller than she remembered.

“I didn’t know you were coming back,” He said, biting his lip.

“I didn’t think you’d care,” Y/N whispered, moving forward again.

“Of course I’d care. You left me,” Harry said, his voice breaking. Y/N turned around quickly, her suitcase falling to the ground.

“You broke me! You did,” She whisper yelled, she looked around and tried to contain herself, picking up her suitcase.

“Don’t follow me, Harry,”

And he didn’t.

Y/N spotted Niall’s car and immediately walked towards it like her life depended on it — in a way, it did. Niall didn’t ask questions when she saw the tears running down her cheeks. He just hugged her and let her deal with this. He knew it would be hard. Not just seeing Harry, but coming back to a town with no great memories.

“Let’s get you home,” Niall said kissing the top of her head.

“I think I am home,” Y/N said, pushing him away playfully.

“The kids and Amelia are so excited to see you. Millie has grown so much since Christmas,” Niall said, putting her bags into the boot of the car.

“Yeah?”

Niall nodded, “Knox had a growth spurt as well. Jesus, they’re all growing up,” Niall said, turning on the ignition. Y/N looked out the car window and saw Harry still in the same spot, his hat off and in his hands.

“He’s not with Margaret anymore,” Niall said. Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Don’t care,”

Niall chuckled, “Sure,”

Niall’s farm wasn’t anything special, but he took major pride in it. And it paid the bills. It wasn’t anything like Harry’s, but Niall liked it more as a hobby than a job. His whole life didn’t depend on it. During the winter, he taught middle school. In the summer, he helped his workers on the farm.

Amelia and Niall met in college. Both teachers and had so much love for kids, both coming from big families. Five kids might be a too much for Y/N though. But she loved them all like they were her own, and she’d love this baby too.

The rolled up the driveway and there they were. Her family.

Amelia had the youngest, Peter, in her arms and her bump was absolutely huge.

“Sure it’s not twins?” Y/N joked, Niall scoffed.

“The last time you said that, we actually had twins. So keep it to yourself,”

Millie and Knox, the twins, were jumping up and down in front of their mother. Taylor and Matthew were on the porch playing with their trucks, but immediately perked up with they saw their father. Y/N loved seeing him this happy.

“Y/N, you look amazing,” Amelia smiled, putting peter down and pulling Y/N into a hug.

“Eight months pregnant and still looking sexy as ever,” Y/N replied, as Niall took her bags in.

“Now where are all my hugs!”

After settling in, Y/N decided it would be nice for her and Niall to catch up. So they went to the local bar. Amelia did not want to go, cause she could barley see her feet, but she pushed the other two out of the house told them to have fun.

Niall placed a cowboy hat on her head as they walked to the car.

“Now, you’re home,”

Y/N grinned and skipped to the car.

“Feels like I never left,”

They arrived at Earl’s Bar at just the right time. A couple was leaving so they robbed their table quickly, laughing to themselves.

“I’ve missed this,” Y/N said, putting her hat down on the table.

“Remember when you grew boobs and everyone started give us free beers?” Niall laughed and Y/N hit his arm.

“Don’t even,”

“What did I miss?”

Niall stood up quickly, puffing his chest out. Y/N rolled her eyes and stood between Niall and Harry.

“No need to play Alpha, boys,”

Harry tipped his hat at Niall, “Just wanted to say hi to the competition,”

Y/N scoffed, “I’m getting a drink,”

She walked away and up to the bar.

“We need to talk,” Harry said placing a hand on her hip. She melted into his touch.

“No, we actually don’t,”

She turned around and looked him in his eyes.

Huge mistake.

“We’ll talk. But you buy me a drink first,”

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heyyyharry · 1 year

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Loved the flatmate series!! Can you write some more blurbs pls

I haven't written a flatmate blurb in a while, but enjoy! :)

They were here again. Y/N knew it.

Every day she came home after a class, and every time her flatmate's friends were in her living room. At least she had her room to escape to, but she still paid rent every month, so she should be entitled to use the communal areas without the fear of being talked to.

Well, none of them actually talked to her, though, and that made her feel even worse.

"Hello, hello," Harry said when she came in.

He didn't even bother to turn his eyes away from the football game on TV. There might have been a goal, or one of the players did something outrageous, making him and the other boys -- Niall, Liam, and Louis -- scream and bury their faces in their hands.

"Oh, you ferking idiot!" Niall said.

"Should have been a penalty," Harry sighed, shaking his head.

Y/N rolled her eyes. She'd seen him play football, and even though she didn't know much about the sports, she still thought he was pretty shit. But clearly, he would know more than these professional players.

The sound of the front door open and shut caused her to turn around. Layla strutted in like her name was on the lease. "Hello, bitches," she said to the boys and breezed right past Y/N as if Y/Nweres a ghost.

Y/N's jaw was on the floor as she watched Layla head to the kitchen area and open the fridge to grab the milk before moving on to Y/N's mug collection in the cupboard and picking one of her favs.

"Harry, did you get herbal tea like I asked you to?" Layla asked, annoyed when she only saw the English Breakfast in the cupboard.

That's it, Y/N thought, fuming, and cleared her throat. Nobody batted an eye, so she raised her voice when she spoke, "Harry."

"Yeah?"

"A word, please?"

"Sure. Just five more minutes."

"Now."

Harry looked up, lips quivering, puppy dog eyes blinking at her, but she only stared back with a poker face until he dropped that fake expression and got up, sighing.

"Be right back," he said, moving away from the sofa now. "And Layla. Your herbal tea is in that Tesco bag."

"Yay!" Layla said and started digging through the grocery bag on the counter.

Y/N grabbed Harry's wrist and dragged him into his room.

"Hey, if we're gonna have sex, at least give me ten minutes to clear my bed," he said jokingly when she sat down on his bed.

She made a face, disgusted. Clearing your filthy bed would take at least a month." Then she looked around. "You know what? A flamethrower would fix the problem."

"What are you talking about? My room exudes manliness."

She didn't have time to argue with him as he clearly enjoyed the attention. "Let's get straight to the point," she said, squaring her shoulders.

He stood in front of her, arms crossed, back against his wardrobe. "Sure."

"This has to stop. Your friends can't be here 24/7."

"They're only here during the day."

"Yes! The only time they're not here is when we're sleeping. Otherwise I would be so sleep-deprived!" Y/N said. "Look, I have class in the morning and afternoon and my part-time job. I just want to go home to peace and quiet."

"You must be fun at parties."

"I'm really not. I don't go to parties for this very reason." She got up, staring up at him. She hated that he was tall because she never succeeded in trying to look intimidating while confronting him. But to be fair, it was hard to be intimidating when you had crippling anxiety.

"Your friends go or I will."

"What?"

"You heard me. Your friends go or I will move out after this month. This just gives me PTSD about my previous roommate in the student halls, and I don't want to go through it again."

"Alright, alright. I never thought it was this serious," he huffed, shoving his hand into his hair. "What if I tell them to be quieter?"

"That's impossible."

"Hey, my friends are capable of being quiet and respecting other people's boundaries," he said, but she didn't think he believed it himself.

Still, she agreed, "Fine. Talk to them then. Thanks for this efficient discussion."

Before he could say anything else, she pushed back him and went to her room.

***

Something was definitely wrong.

Today, Y/N came home and saw Harry's friends' shoes in the hall, but it was so silent in the flat. She couldn't hear the sound of the telly when she came in, not even Layla's annoying voice talking shit about a different person as she did every week.

"Hi?" she said, stopping in the doorway to the living room/kitchen area.

"Hey," they said at the same time and went back to doing their thing. Niall and Harry were watching football, but the TV was on mute. Layla was on her phone, and so was Louis.

"No way," Louis gasped, and Harry immediately shushed him.

"Sorry," Louis whispered, going back to texting.

It took Y/N a minute to realise he was texting Layla, who was sitting right beside him.

"Why aren't you guys talking?"

Ding. Her phone in her pocket vibrated. She looked up to catch Niall staring at her, phone in his hand. Had he just texted her?

She quickly checked the message.

Niall: Harry forbad us from talking

"Harry, really?" Y/N said. "This is ridiculous. Are you seriously doing this to mock me?"

"No," he whispered, not taking his eyes off the game on the TV.

"And what are you even watching? How do you know what's happening when it's mute?"

"We know how football works."

"Don't sass me with your creepy whispery voice."

"Just go do your thing and let us be, please," he said like he'd just lost his voice.

It was making her very frustrated, so she decided to head back to her room. Before she shut the door, however, she heard Layla speak.

"I kinda agree with her. This is ridiculous. I'm literally texting Louis when he's right next to me."

"I promised her we'd be quiet. So try to act like you guys aren't really here now that she's home."

"We can just go hang somewhere else?" Louis said.

"As if that was an option," Harry said. "You and Niall share a flat with five other people. Layla and Trix live in the student halls and I can barely fit her tiny single bed."

"Ew, you'll never get into my bed."

"The point is," Harry lowered his voice. "I'm showing Y/N that I'll go to the extreme to keep my word."

"Or...you can let her move out and put up an ad for her room. I'm sure there would be a long list of applications for you to choose from," Louis said.

"Hey, Y/N is cool," Harry said, to Y/N's surprise. He thought she was...cool? Her? Cool? "Besides, she...knows me. And I don't think anyone new will tolerate me the way she does. She's given me so many second chances, and I really don't want to fuck it up. So when she's not here, do whatever you want, because I love you guys and I want you to feel comfortable. But when she's home, respect her personal space. And Layla, those mugs are Y/N's so the next time you make tea, use mine. Y/N never says it, but I know she hates people using her stuff."

"Wow," Layla scoffed. "Okay, Ryan Gosling from The Notebook."

"I respect your decision, Harry," Niall said. Then Y/N heard them silently cheering for a goal.

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fallingforel · 10 months

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Love your work!!, could you please do prompt 18 “I’ve got you.”

louis fluff - something happens to y/n and the 1D boys comfort her till lou gets there and then says that line and lovey stuff!! absolutely love for protective louis shots😭

request: could you do prompt 18 “I’ve got you.” with louis fluff please! like something happens to y/n and the other boys find her crying or scared and comfort her until louis shows up and he gets protective and just showers her in comfort words and gestures or something! i live for protective lou🥲 sorry if that’s all over the place i don’t word things great😭

A/N of course I can lovelys, this is probably gonna be one of my favourite requests to write so thank you

warnings: panic attack, mentions of death, mentions of cancer, hypochondria, mentions of shootings, parent death, PTSD attack, Mentions of claustrophobia, mentions of smoking (is that even one idk 😅😅)

words: 773

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I always have been panic attack prone my whole life, well since my mum had been in a freak accident of being shot at in a supermarket here in the U.K I was with her but the shooter only shot at my mum and not me. it was very rare to be shot at in the U.K. She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time and you were very lucky to escape it my dad always tells me Though I think it's only to keep me from having anxiety attacks when I think back to it I was 10 when it happened so I was old enough to understand what had happened, even when I didn't want to. My dad had since then bought my brothers and me up. I had met Louis when we both worked in Toys R us and we hit it off instantly and I had signed him up for x-factor after our first date in a karaoke bar in leeds we made a whole day trip to leeds for our first date.

I could feel one coming on as soon as Harry, niall and I got back to the tour bus. We had all gone out for food. Zayn, Liam and Louis had stayed behind to smoke cigarettes so Niall Harry and I had opted to go back to the tour bus. Sometimes I smoke but I was too full and had a headache all day. I think the headache caused it, I also have hypochondria so this hightens my PTSD because I think I have cancer or something and then I panic and it leads into a full anxiety attack. They are never pretty but Louis' there through all of them and knows exactly how to calm me down when I'm going through them.

My breathing quickens "y/n/n are you okay? You look really pale." Niall asks but I barely hear it before I'm dropping to the floor and crying "shit. y/n, can you focus on my voice for me?" Harry says. But in amongst the ringing its very hard to make out My breathing quickens again and I start to shake. "shit, Ni call Louis tell him to come back. It's one of the worse ones" the ringing loudens before I'm squinting my eyes shut and saying "STOP MAKE IT STOP DONT SHOOT!"

A few minutes of ringing and my sobs fill the air before Louis taps on my chest "Hey darling, You're okay. Focus on the tapping can you do that for me?" he asks me which I nod to. "good darling keep doing that for me"

-LOUIS POV-

"Harry can you take her jumper off for me I need to keep tapping her chest I can't do it myself" He nods and is quick to do so "what now?" "get her pyjamas from my bunk shes gonna want to change, she's all sweaty. Niall can you get a cold glass of water and a cold wet flannel aswell, she's burning up she's stressed. After that can you all leave the room. Just leave everything In a pile next to me I'll sort it out, she needs space this is making everything worse, the cramped tour bus doesnt help. just all wait outside please." They are all quick to nod and do as I have said.

As soon as everyone is off the tour bus I'm stripping her out of her top and pulling mine off too and pulling her close to me so we can do skin to skin

"right, now darling focus on my breathing can you do that for me breathe with me In. two three four. Out, two three four. Good girl thats it keep doing that for me. I've got you" and she follows enough so that she's calm and her breath is back to normal.

"What even happened babe?" I say "Headache, you know my hypochondria aggrivates the PTSD I think that I've got cancer then I'm going to die and then I think of death then my mum then the day it all went down"

"I see, I see. I knew I should've gone with you, knew something bad would happen the moment you left my side."

"No, don't be so silly. It would've happened either way. I would've calmed down eventually whether you were here or not"

"No you wouldn't have"

"Lou, Babe. don't blame yourself you nor I can control when they happen you know that. Dont be so silly. I know you'll always be there when they stop You've got me always."

" i know, I've got you, always darling"

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#louis tommo #louis tomlinson fluff #louis tomlinson x reader #louis tomlinson #one direction fluff #one direction x reader #one direction #harry styles #niall horan #zayn malik #liam payne #angst x reader #fluff

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zanniscaramouche · 5 months

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SNIPPET - CHERRY

I've been writing sooo much the past few days, this fic has just completely captivated me. Here's a whole scene because I'm just super excited to share but I still have so much more to write :') this is a/b/o OT5 ~ No one really tagged me this time around but I'd love to see what people are up to if you wanna share a snippet @kingsofeverything @ladyaj-13 @allwaswell16 @hellolovers13 @red-pandaaa @lululawrence @louandhazaf @sadaveniren @helloamhere (me realising I don't even know who's writing anymore oops) also this is for you darling @justanothershadeofblue since you were so curious about the drop ;)

“Harry said double dialling was a bad look but who can blame me for wanting to hear your voice,” Niall purred as soon as the line connected. The cheeky smile he was wearing could be heard in his suggestive lilt. The side of Louis's neck throbbed. He closed his eyes to it, not sure if he wanted to stop or savour the bright ache.

“Niall,” he tried, and it came out like a whimper clouded with confusion, his thoughts shutting down into base instincts. Niall’s mark was on his neck. Niall would know what to do. Niall would fix this.

“What’s wrong?” Niall’s voice went cold, every trace of teasing gone.

He sounded angry. Louis didn’t want him to be angry. He wanted him here. Because- because he was-

“D- drop- ping.” The word a three part stutter through clenched teeth.

Niall said something like a swear word, then something else, but it all became noise Louis couldn’t follow. All he could think about was the burning on his neck and the need to go home. Not this impersonal place, not his drafty flat, but somewhere safe and warm and-

“Omega,” a new voice crooned through the speaker. It was smooth and gentle, like a hand stroking over his spine.

“Please.” The word slipped from Louis's lips before he knew what he was asking for. Anything, he figured. Anything the voice was willing to give him.

The voice rumbled in a low hum and it washed over Louis like a hot bath, warming him from head to curling toes. “You’re okay, luv, I’m right here with you. Tell me where we are.”

“Kitchen floor.”

“Your kitchen?” Louis hummed in assent. “All right, let’s get you somewhere better, hmm? Put me on speaker. Tell me when it’s done.”

He forced his fingers to move. “Done.”

“Put the phone in your hand. Is it done?”

Louis clutched it with a dying man’s sweaty palm. “Done.”

“Now I want you to get on your knees- Don’t stand, we don’t want you falling. Hands and knees, let’s go.”

Louis shook his head in denial even as he rolled onto his stomach and slowly, ever so slowly, got his jello limbs to push up. He immediately shifted his weight backwards to his heels like a praying man looking for salvation with his forehead pressed to the cool laminate.

Trembling from exertion he knew he had to tell Alpha it was done, he had to follow the rules. “D-done.”

“Good job, Louis. Now go to the sofa.”

A whine peeled from him. Impossible. There was no way he could manage it, he-

“C’mon, I know you can be good for me.”

“Trying,” he promised immediately.

He could be good, he knew how to be good. His muscles tensed, and painstakingly slow he started moving, one shuffle at a time, towards the sofa he could see across the open-plan room.

It could have taken him hours to cross the floor, all he knew was the constant battle against his shaking limbs and the need to do what Alpha told him. By the time he got to the overstuffed sofa still smelling of the store it was from, he was too tired to protest rolling into it with one last final push to get onto the cushions. He burrowed into the crease of them.

He was panting hot breath into the narrow space. Eyes watering. If he were clear headed, he’d have been embarrassed. As it were, he was sunk so low he didn’t have the energy to cry propper.

“Louis, tell me you made it,” said the angel in the phone.

“Made it,” he whispered, because he knew how to listen, he did.

“Good boy, Louis. Now stay where I put you.” The world was black. Alpha put him here. Alpha made him safe.

The silence was too big, it let the fear creep in, fear that despite what Alpha said, Louis hadn’t been good enough.

The world fell away with the urgency of free-fall. His body tensed and curled into the tightest ball it could, hunching into itself with gripping terror that he’d been left alone, falling in the dark.

He gasped a wet, ragged cry. “Don’t-!”

“I’m right here,” Alpha crooned. And he was, his voice spun out with words that became a melodious thread, and it wove into a blanket large enough to swallow Louis whole.

His mind went black.

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makeupinthedrawer · 1 year

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winter

richkid!niall x tutor!fem!eader | college au

authors note: hi!!!!!! i’m back!!!!!! i know it’s been a criminally long time since i posted something but i really love this and hope you love it to :) if you do please leave a comment and/or reblog. likes are so nice but actual feeback really encourages me to post and makes me feel like it’s not just bots liking my posts lol. as always my reader can be of any height, weight, or race pls let me know if any of the language used is isolating.

prompt: A and B are casual college friends when the holiday season rolls around. A plans to go home to their luxurious life but decides to stay when B tells them they can’t go home for christmas. A decides to keep B company and give them the most amazing christmas ever.

word count: 6.4k

upcoming content: fluff!! mentions of financial issues

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the snow seemed to be falling in time with the clock ticking, noting every passing second that your professor went on and on about something Austen, something Shakespeare. london quickly became a blanket of white, the flusters blanketing the entire city in frost. your stare was glued to the window, your professor totally drowned out as your pen lightly tapped against the blank notebook page. it was a shame it really was, that you couldn’t pay attention because you were hoping that English lit would be the distraction that could keep your mind off the upcoming holiday season that was destined to be spent holed up in your studio apartment, props to student affiliated housing that came in your scholarship, with holiday movies lightly playing in the background of your wallowing.

a slight wave passed through your glance but your brain disregarded it, you’d get the notes from someone anyways. it wasn’t until it happened two, three times that you managed to blink out of your dazed state and look in the direction of whatever brought you back to reality. directly across from you sat niall horan. leaned back in his seat, subtly just enough to keep him out of view from the professor. his big blue eyes quirked at you as he mouthed “you okay?” it was hard to not get lost in his gaze like you did earlier but you had more self-conscious this time and just nodded, sitting up and facing the board, robotically writing down whatever the professor was saying even if it had no context. despite that, his stare lingered and it took everything in you to not snap your eyes back.

niall horan. you didn't even know why he was taking English lit in the first place if he was here for football, but he was… and he wasn’t doing the best. which resulted in him rushing up to you one day during the second week of classes and spitting out his begging for tutoring as fast as he possibly could. you were so startled you agreed without really thinking about anything other than increasing the amount of space between you because the wall of spiced cologne mixed with what you think is vanilla on some days when you get lost in a daydream, and sweat, and just him, took over your senses. along with his large hands outstretched toward you in a plea. “r-really?” he asked, an incredulous look passing over his face as his george elliot book that was just passed out to everyone dropped from his grip. you opened your mouth but quickly snapped it shut, just nodding at him. his gape turned into a smile, and a glint entered his eye that reminded you of the one you saw in the reflection of the charm on the old necklace you thought you lost. “how could i be so lucky?”

“oh wow, that’s great! thank you so much! okay, so… i can give ya my number and we can discuss when to meet? or you can send me your schedule like? honestly, whatever works for you.” he said, pulling a pen out of one pocket and rummaging through his other for what you assume was a piece of paper.

“oh here,” you spoke, reaching around to unzip your bag and tear a piece of your notebook, but suddenly your head whipped around at the feeling of your hand engulfed in his. before you knew it his name was scrawled in loopy handwriting against your wrist, along with his phone number. the sight of his long fingers against your skin was the final push of this situation going from odd to overwhelming so you looked up and straight ahead, only to see a lighter-haired boy smack his forehead with his palm at the sight of you both. you recognized him as sean mullholland, having seen him and niall together often.

“alright, just message me whenever! whenever you have time! but not too late y’know? i really can’t afford to fail this next exam.”

you opened your mouth again and just found yourself nodding, watching as his head tilted at the repeated action. god he probably thought you were fucking mute. “i- i mean yeah, no problem.”

the confusion on his face quickly turned to one of relief and pure gratitude. “thanks so much! so i guess i’ll see ya around.” he said, and with a final smile he turned and walked back to his friend.

“wait… niall!” you called, noticing his book was still on the ground.

he spun around quickly, “yeah?”

“your book, you’ll need it… y’know for the test.” his eyes widened as you bent down to pick it up, his shoes quickly coming into our eye line as he reached for it, but it was already in your hold.

“aw, jesus, ‘m already messing up. thanks, thanks again.” the trepidation in his voice was a large contrast to who he was, or who you thought he was to be more accurate. you saw him every day in class talking to his friends with a smile on his face, and he was part of the university's football team so his name was overheard in conversation often, along with his picture or him with other members of the team in the school’s newspaper. he seemed to be regularly happy, confident. and that’s without the fact that he was… quite handsome, in your opinion. and the opinion of many people on campus. i mean, it’s just undeniable. thick brown hair that would fall across his forehead, that would sometimes curl by the ears if he hadn’t cut it in a while, paired with a perfectly sculpted nose and the smallest hoop earrings that were so endearing you thought about them all day when you first noticed them. but the kicker was the oceans he kept behind his irises. seeing him nervous before you, both hands gripping his book like a stress ball lessened some of your initial intimidation.

“you’re gonna be okay, niall.” you said simply, looking up at him through your lashes, keeping your face as blank as possible. he looked down at you, eyes tracking every inch of your face and it involuntarily heated up. it was as if he was searching for a lie, but he didn’t seem to find it.

“yeah, yeah.” he remarked, hand going up to scratch at his neck as he dropped his eyes to the ground. he started walking back to his friend, but backward this time so he was still facing you. “hopefully. thanks again, really, i’ll see you around?”

you raised your wrist revealing his name and number still printed there with a smile that he replicated and sent you a nod of approval and disappeared around a corner, allowing you to let out an immense breath.

that was six weeks ago, and you’re now halfway through the semester. you’ve met with niall dozens of times already, holed up in a study room in the back of the library. you’ve learned a lot about him: how he takes his coffee, that he’s color blind, that his favorite band is the eagles and he saw them when he was four and that’s why he learned how to play the guitar, you couldn’t think about that one for a long time because it made you lightheaded, and that he was “well off” as he’d put it, but the soft, cashmere cardigans he always wore and the vintage car that was parked outside proved he was more than,

“when me ma and da got divorced she moved here to london and started her own business, she’s worked really hard for a long time, to send me to school and stuff ya know?” he revealed once, during a late night study session turned game of twenty questions. he was always doing that, studying for an hour then getting bored or burnt out and asking you questions or digging through your bag to find the snacks you hide in the back pocket. when you caught him the first few times he would wipe his mouth with the back of his hand and shove your bag away, now he just sends you a smirk and pull the cellophane baggie out for easier access.

you would consider him a friend. he’s carried the title of your crush as your roommate would put it, but it all sounded too childish, too middle school, it didn’t sum up the uniqueness of how he made you feel, how no one had made you feel before. along with tingly fingers and a rapidly beating heart, he also made you feel a tad… jealous. you could relate that your parents also worked really hard for a long time to send you to university but if it wasn’t for the scholarship you got, you definitely wouldn’t be here in the heart of england studying literature with some of the best professors in the world.

bitter sadness crept into your heart as you snapped your notebook shut and placed it in your bag, class ending was just another sign of time moving on and the closer christmas came where you would have to be here, in a new continent all alone because your parents couldn’t afford a plane ticket to get you home and back in time for classes again.

walking out of class, a presence you became all too familiar with loomed behind you, you could recognize him based on the feeling of the hairs on your neck sticking up. he didn’t make you nervous anymore, but the nerves that turned into feelings of longing seemed worse, in your opinion. “hey ya” he spoke, voice low and accent thick.

“hey, niall.”

the two of you walked in step for a few beats before he started up again, “i- i just wanted to see if ya were alright like… you seemed a little spaced out there for a sec, thought ya were checking me out with how ya were staring at me but-”

“oh god i’m so sorry niall, i wasn’t- i- i wasn’t staring at you i just… i just got lost in my head!” you exclaimed with wide eyes, of course you dazed out staring directly at him, unblinking and dead-eyed, you wanted the floor to fall from underneath you. but all he did was laugh, joyful and boisterous, pale cheeks tinting red with emotion.

“no need t’apologize darling, quite like it when ya look at me anyways,” he smirked.

you rolled your eyes, refusing to let yourself take his banter as anything more than what it was. “well… us both being distracted is going to make tomorrow’s tutoring a bitch then huh?”

he laughed again and nodded, “yup! but we’ll figure it out together, right?”

“of course” you replied, with a smile that didn’t really reach your eyes but you couldn’t bring any more positivity out of yourself, the homesickness was too powerful.

his cerulean iris’s tracked down your face, as they always seemed to do when you found yourselves in these little staring matches. “y’sure you’re okay? we can skip tonight if ya want.”

“no, i’m okay. anyways, like you said, we need to teach each other the material.”

“yeah… well, i’ll be there usual time, kay?” with a nod you went your separate ways and you began the ten-minute walk to your apartment.

“hey! oh, watch out!” your roommate cried as you nearly tripped over an overstuffed duffle bag.

“sorry! i was going to move it, but then i just got all wrapped up!” she cried from her cross-legged position on the floor, hands sticky with tape and clumps of discarded wrapping paper sat around her.

“it’s okay… do you want any help with that?” you offered, kicking your shoes off. she nodded vigorously and you both dissolved into laughter.

“thanks so much, i don’t know why wrapping is so hard! i mean… i love when the scissors do the glidey thingy against the paper, literally so satisfying right? but after that i realize i cut off too much or too little and then i tear it when i try and fold it and it’s just all going to hell!”

you just nodded and measured out an appropriate piece of wrapping paper for the doll box and slid the scissors against the dotted lines, folding the ends into triangles and holding them down, allowing her to stick the tapes on the end. “i’ll do the actual wrapping, you man the tape.”

“perfect.”

the two of you sat for around ten minutes, creating a decent-sized stack of neatly wrapped boxes. “do you wanna watch a movie later? we can watch the holiday episodes of that cartoon you like.”

“i’d love to but i have to meet niall later for tutoring.”

“ahh, still teaching the football star how to read then?”

you rolled your eyes with a laugh, “he knows how to read! cut him some slack, shakespeare is hard for anyone.”

“tell me about it, i barely passed when i took this class last year.”

“so yeah, i’ll be gone for about an hour or so. when do you head home?”

“i’ll be at the train station tomorrow around two, then i should be home at like six, i’ll keep you updated though.”

you nodded approvingly. your roommate was from england, but lived a while away from london. you’d seen pictures of the quaint countryside home she grew up in and it reminded you of a storybook.

“you know… my offer still stands. we can totally just buy you a ticket now and you can spend the holidays with me. it’ll be fun, i promise! we have the spare room and my parents already love you for getting my calculus grade from a D to a B!”

you just laughed again, dismissing her offer once more. “i appreciate it but really, i’ll be fine here, i swear. i’m not just saying that, i just… even with your family, i’m still going to feel lonely, if that makes sense. i just don’t think i’d be able to enjoy myself, and then i’d just beat myself up all over again for not being in the moment”

she nodded understandingly, “i get that.”

“don’t worry, really, have a good time! and i’ll have a bunch of cookies here for you when you get back.”

“ugh! that’s what i’m going to miss the most while i’m away!” she groaned and started packing the presents away in her bag.

the time rolled around when you had to go meet niall so with a quick goodbye you laced your shoes and head out the door. your arms wrapped around yourself as your sweater did little to block out the frost. with quick steps you hurried inside the library, allowing the slight heat to relax your muscles.

the peace that came with the library only lasted a few moments as the familiar clambering of niall’s entrance began, the boy could never be quiet. twisting past chairs and shelves, donned in his football kit, he pressed his face against the small window sending you a grin that made his cheeks push up. you smiled up at him and unlocked the door.

“‘ello darlin’, sorry ‘m late, practice ran long” he breathed out, collapsing into the plastic chair beside you, resting his head against your shoulder, catching his breath. this wasn’t the first time he showed up from practice, but he hadn’t ever invaded your space like this. it was impossible to not get lost in his scent or his panting breaths fanning your skin and his shorts exposing and stretching out against his thighs.

“woo! needed to catch my breath! got ya all sweaty, sorry.” he whipped his towel in your face, making you scrunch your nose up. he giggled and did it a few more times until you yanked it out of his hands.

“niall.” you said sternly.

“yes.” he repeated in the same tone.

“we need to study or not have a towel fight!”

“right, right. maybe another day then.”

you both started taking out your books and laptops. “we have so much stuff lined up for another day, don’t we?” it’s what you guys would say whenever you got distracted by some random activity.

“oh yeah, this towel contest comes after our who can eat the most cookies contest and me teaching ya how to play football, right?”

you giggled and he felt his smile widen and the tips of his ears turn red. “god, i’m gonna be so awful.”

he scoffed and shook his head, “‘m sure ya won’t be! and even if y’are, i’ll be your coach! and y’know i’m pretty fucking good if say so myself!” he tipped his head back with his nose in the air. you laughed again, he always made you laugh.

“i dunno ni, i saw that yellow card!”

“don’t bring up the yellow card!” you said at the same time

“i- i don’t know what you want me to say! why’d you get a yellow card?” you teased, watching him grow annoyed at the penalty he got at last weeks game.

“that was a stupid call and you know it! you know that ref hates me! that shite was so fucking stupid.”

“i know, i know, i’m just teasing ya.”

“yer mean when you wanna be, darling! do people know that?”

“nope! i have a very carefully curated my english major image.”

niall kicked the chair back so it rested on its back two legs as he threw his arms behind his head. you always marveled at the way he took up so much space. or maybe that was just how you saw him. he peered down at you as you packed up your things. niall loved these secret moments where he could just bask in observing you. the tremors running up his fingers was a sensation he was used to, as they twitched by his side with the urge to brush your hair out your face. this happened often, the first time he was taken aback, shaking off the unfamiliar feelings, but it was already out of his control. the day he clamored towards you, his being became yours. his courage had yet to follow, though. so for now, he settled for the moments he could make the heat rise to your cheeks.

“niall?” you drawled slowly, taking in his half-lidded gaze. he blinked a few times and cursed himself for getting lost in his daydreams.

“s-sorry darling, what were ya saying?”

“oh nothing, just if you have anything exciting planned for the break?”

“oh yeah! my brother just had a baby, wee little thing, so me ma and dad and i are flying to ireland to go spend christmas with them. theo’s first christmas and all that!”

“i didn’t know you were an uncle, ni.”

“yeah, a few months ago” he said, showing you a photo of him cradling a tiny baby in his arms and you couldn’t stop the awe that escaped you

“niall that is literally the cutest thing i’ve ever seen!”

“awe thanks babe, yer pretty cute too” he said, throwing his arm around you, dissolving into laughter as you rolled your eyes.

“i’m talking about the baby and you know it”

“whatever ya say!” he quirked an eyebrow up at you and you mirrored his smile.

“well, it sounds like you have a great couple of weeks ahead of you.” you replied, turning away from him and starting to fiddle with your worn copy of Hamlet, little pieces of the page edges flaking off.

“hmm yeah… i mean i hope so, you know how it can be, family drama and all that.”

the way his tone sloped into something melancholic before he lifted it up again “what about you?”

you took a deep breath, words stuck in your throat. you knew niall came from money, lots of people on campus did, and a lot of people didn’t. no one really cares. you knew you had no reason to be embarrassed, you earned your spot here just like, or even more so than anyone else, plus it was college, not high school, and there weren’t any bullies or rumors. but it was easier to say that logic than shake off the insecurity that crept up your spine whenever your differences came to light. the period of silence followed by people awkwardly backtracking to take back their words about their new things or vacations as if they offended you. it didn’t at all, as long as people were nice, you didn’t care how much or how little money they had. but it was still embarrassing and niall heightened all your feelings by just being him. you figured the best thing to do was just be honest and casual, if you didn't make it a big deal then he wouldn’t either.

“oh… i’m just staying here.”

“what?” niall let out, the chair falling forward so the front legs hit the floor with a resounding clang.

you squeezed your eyes shut, so there was that whole casual plan down the drain,

“yeah…” you murmured, not really knowing what to say.

“why?” he asked. a voice far in the back of his head that sounded all too much like his da or mully was telling him to shut the fuck up and mind his business, but the image of you spending the holidays all alone, and you often complained about how shotty the dorms heating was, so you’d most likely be cold too, was very troubling for him.

you pulled at the adjusting strap of your bookbag, twisting it around your fingers. you took another deep breath, you were an adult and niall was your friend and any comments about your situation would reflect more on him than you is what you told yourself as you finally looked over at his wide eyes and lips slightly parted, concern written across his features.

“well,” you began, silently curing yourself as you turned your head again, the weight of his stare was too much to bear. “it’s just- kinda expensive to like get a flight home and back in time for classes again.”

and there it was, the silence that you tried so hard to avoid. the silence of people trying to scramble for the right words to say, as if they could offer up the perfect solution when it was just life.

niall felt the silence eating away at the two of you, feeding off the palpable energy. “say something, anything” his brain shouted.

“come with me” what?

“what?” your head snapped up.

“c-come with me… if you want.” his brain was still trying to make sense of his sudden invitation, but it felt right in his heart.

“no niall. i can’t.”

“why not?”

you sighed, your body tired of having this conversation with your roommate the week prior. “niall you just told me about all your plans, with your entire family and their newborn baby. i’m not gonna crash that.”

“y’won’t be crashing! i swear! mully’ll be there, he ain’t family!” he was drawing at straws and you both knew it, but it seemed his heart sent him on a mission.

“sean mullholland? you mean your best friend since you were five? that’s not the same.”

his palms grew damp as he wiped them against the polyester shorts. he couldn’t stomach the idea of you being alone. not when you could be with him. something sick licked at his chest at the news that you couldn’t be with your family. he was devastated for you, having coaxed many crazy childhood stories from you when he managed to carve out a break from studying. but he very much wanted you all to himself. outside of the four walls of the library study room, and this was his chance.

“well yes, but, it’s not-”

you sent him a sad smile, putting your arm through one of your bag straps. he hadn’t even realized you packed up.

“you’re sweet niall, but seriously, it’s gonna be fine. it’s not a big deal. you said and honestly, you’ve been saying that so much over the past few days that you were starting to believe it. you just wanted the holidays to be over at this point.

niall threw his bag over his shoulder and followed you out of the library. the cool wind hit your skin as you pulled your sweater sleeves down your hands. niall was bounding down the street, wracked with nervous energy. he was counting down the days until christmas but now it was coming too fast. as was your residency hall. “b-but… don’t you want to spend time with me? i mean, hanging out with me for the holidays won’t be so bad.” he murmured and you stopped in your tracks. it took you back to the day you first met, the vulnerability. he looked down at you, his big blue eyes glistening with gold flecks.

the two of you spent time together outside of studying every now and then, but rarely jus the two of you, and never outside of school, save for that one time he rescued you from a bad date last season. his car picked up the autumn leaves as he spotted you walking home, miles from the school, eyes full of unshed tears. it was the first and only time you ever sat in his car, the leather seats and his comforting words cushioning you after a terrible night.

ever since then, things between you shifted.

“of course that doesn’t sound bad at all. i just… you don’t need to feel bad for me, okay? and we’ve never really hung out outside of school before yknow? i wouldn’t want to make it awkward. besides, it’s one christmas, spend a good time with your nephew, uncle niall.” you joked pulling out your keys. niall’s chest deflated as he nodded.

“you did good today, ni. you’re gonna be fine on the next exam.” you spoke, before sending him a smile and closing the door behind you.

always so nice, he thought. that’s what you are. nice. smart. funny. beautiful. his system was overwhelmed with feelings for you. the idea that he made you feel bad killed him. he heard enough from his friends that he needed to man up and just ask you out already, that he was going to lose his chance. niall sighed as he walked into his apartment, mully sprawled out on the couch, suitcases packed by the front door. “oi mate, how’d the reading lessons go? y'know the alphabet yet?” he called, eyes not leaving the screen.

“almost, lad.” niall replied half-heartedly.

“”aye, what’s wrong? did you do bad?” mully asked, looking over the couch at his friend. growing up with niall, mully quickly learned that he was one of the funniest people he’s ever met, and also that he was very sensitive.

niall sat down beside him and told him about your situation and tried to explain his feelings that he couldn’t fully admit to himself.

“well why don’t you just stay here, then?” mully offered.

“what?”

“i dunno, just stay here for christmas, or just move your flight and fly in christmas eve instead of this weekend with me. you can have yer alone time and do a bunch of romantic shit.”

niall began to think about it, his earlier dread melting away. “that could work but i think yer forgetting that i can barely speak around her, mate! what would i even do?”

“i don’t fucking know! just give her a nice christmas, pull out all the stops! lord knows you can afford it.” mully remarked.

“yeah, yeah… you’re right! this is good, this is gonna be good.” niall said, jumping off the couch.

“where ya going?” mully called.

“i have to start planning!”

it was december 20th and break had started four days ago. it wasn’t so bad at first. the first day of coming home to an empty apartment was relaxing. it was nice being able to take a long shower and cook leaving the kitchen as messy as you wanted. the second day was the same as well, playing your music as loud as you wanted and putting on your favorite cartoon for hours then pigging out some more. it was the third day when it started to get old. your younger brother had been calling you every hour with whatever new development happened at home and you appreciated the updates but the dial tone filled you with loneliness and each call was just a signifier that christmas was almost here and your family was all the way over there.

the day was easy to be distracted by, walking around the city and seeing all the light displays, stopping at the fancy bakery more often than not because you needed it. but the night came and the snow whistled loudly but it was drowned out by the echoes of niall’s soft and pleading voice that played in repeat on your head and his crestfallen and all too soft face was projected behind your eyelids. sometimes you’d dream against your will of being in his parent's big house, wrapped up in a blanket that he slept under for years, his accent even thicker due to being around his family. the two of you laughing together lying in the snow that probably wasn’t dirty and mushy like it was outside your window. but then you woke yourself up and forced yourself to remember that once the semester ended, which was on the horizon, the two of you would go your separate ways and you’d be nothing more than the girl who helped him pass a required english class that he’d never think of again.

pulling your sweater out of the dryer you quickly put it on, letting the warmth overtake you. walking laps around your small living room as if something new would appear the next time you went around. “oh god, this boredom really is going to kill you.” you muttered.

the sharp raps at the door had you shooting up staring at the wood. “i’m going crazy.” you whispered and then the knocks were heard again. you looked through the peephole to see your favorite brown haired football player leaning against the doorframe. dressed in dark grey trousers and a white turtleneck, you took a second to take him in. “‘ello? ya in there darling?” he asked, looking through the peep hole on the other side. this brought you back to earth and you jumped back. niall? niall was at your door. five days before christmas when he should be in another country, you yanked the door open, eyes trailing down his figure as if to check if he was real.

“‘ello darling!” he smirked.

“niall, what are you doing here?”

he just gazed at you, his stare unwavering as a look of adoration took over his face. now it was time for him to check you out. top half covered by an oversized sweater, falling just above the hem of tiny sleep shorts that he quickly looked away from for his own good.

“go pack a bag.”

your heart faltered, “what, why? ni- i told you i can’t go with-”

“not that. just, go get some change of clothes, or not. i quite like what you’re in now.” he drawled, accent dancing against your skin. but you couldn’t let yourself get distracted.

“how come?” you asked softly, “why are you still in london?”

his palm came down and rested against your cheek, his large hand pretty much covering the entire half of your face, his thumb resting at your jaw and his pinky just under your eye.

“i’m still in london because you’re still in london, my pretty darling. and i spent a shit ton of money turning my apartment into a christmas magazine spread and i don’t wanna sit there all by myself. thought you might like it… i know i would if you were there.” he said, hoping you couldn’t feel the tremor running through his fingers as he poured his heart out.

“i would like that, too.” you whispered and his smile split his face.

“okay, okay good” he said, as if he thought you;d say no. “alright well then, again, i’m a big fan of the shorts” you scoffed and tried to pull them down as much as you could, “but the other people in my building might not, if you want to get changed real quick.”

you nodded excitedly, “yeah okay!” you dashed back into your room, taking a moment to take a breath, then break out into a happy dance, practically bouncing around your room quickly packing your bag with a change of clothes, a charger, your toothbrush, and comb, and then the small, wrapped present you had tucked in the back of your drawer, niall’s name written on the label. you bought it a few months ago, just thinking of him, and now seemed like you could actually give it to him.

“alright, i’m ready.” you said, locking the door behind you. with your back turned, niall draped your bag over his shoulder and led you to his car. the snow had lightened, as if the weather knew you’d be speeding down the streets of london in niall’s ridiculously expensive car with the top down, cool wind whipping your hair back.

niall could’ve spent the entire weekend just driving around with you, the wind carried your giggles and light remarks at sights you’d never seen to his ears and in the middle of december, he never felt warmer. you pulled into his apartment complex parking garage. you walked off the elevator with wobbly legs, it was hard to believe this was real, that niall just came and saved you from your winter nightmare.

“home sweet home” niall muttered, turning the knob and revealing his decorated living room. the expansive room was decorated lavishly, complete with a shimmering tree in the corner of the room, dozens of blankets draped over the large, cushy couch. the kitchen was a different story, batter in places you could not figure out how or why it got there and it seemed like he ran out the door without closing both the fridge or the oven.

“don’t look over there!” he squeaked, covering your eyes with his hands, “focus on the nice set up niall spent hours putting together.”

you walked to the center of the room, taking it all in. hours earlier when he was setting it up, he couldn’t help but feel stupid, thinking that you would decline his advancements, or that he’d make the room look ugly, or that he’d royally screw up the cookies. but seeing you in his space, the gold light dancing across your face making you look even more cozy and inviting than ever, it was all worth it.

“this really is incredible, ni. w-was this all for me?” you asked meekly. you couldn’t fathom that he would ditch his family, and spend his money and time for you, but the way he was staring at you said differently.

“of course it was, i told you,” he said, lightly grasping both your hands and sitting you both on the couch. “i didn’t want you to spend the holidays alone, and i wanted to spend them with you even more. when we were talking in the library, you said i invited you because i felt bad for you, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. i invited you because i wanted to spend time with you, i want to spend all my time with you, if i’m being honest. i tried to get the entire break, but as romantic as me ma thought this was, she said i couldn’t miss actual christmas. so this little world is ours for the next few days, if ya want.” his voice was so soft and so sweet and he was saying things you hadn’t even dreamt of.

you always imagined your feelings for niall would be a distant memory you’d look back on fondly, or that if you did, it would be full of awkwardly polite rejections that would ring in your head on bad days. but here in niall’s living room, the snow building up outside, and his entire being overtaking you a hundred times over, you knew nothing could go wrong here.

“niall this is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me. y-you didn’t have to do this.” you began but he cut you off with a tsk.

“oh pretty darling, you just don’t get it do ya? you are the sweetest thing that’s ever happened to me. so nice and patient with me, making me laugh and putting up with all my shit. i want you here all the time and i want you as more than a friend.”

“i want you as more than a friend too.” you whispered and his eyes lit up like the lights strung above you both. “i think about you all the time. it makes my brain all fuzzy and my heart speed up, but i like it. and you showing up at my door today was the best- hmph!”

all you knew then was the feeling of niall’s lips on yours, one hand cradling your neck and the other resting laightly against your back. you placed both your hands on his chest and kissed him back, having no choice but to succumb to the feelings. as his tongue slid across your bottom lip, he pushed you back, falling onto the couch and his forearms held him up above you as he pulled away.

“hi”

his smile was massive and you were sure yours matched.

“you make me crazy, baby.” he spoke, voice low and raspy, eliciting a gasp from you.

“i never want these days to end, i don’t wan t you to go.” you whispered.

niall looked between both your eyes, then back down at your lips, only for him to boop your nose, causing you to flinch. “yer so cute” he whispered under his breath, he knew how you felt, you’ve only been together for the past hour, but he was already addicted to the feel of you all around him. but it’ll be okay, with you it always is.

“i don’t want it to end either, but we’re together now. and when we’re not, i’ll just visit you in my dreams.”

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Cinderfella's Adventures in Cordonia - Chapter Twenty

An AU of The Royal Romance with a male MC and a bisexual prince.

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Drake and Liam learn more about Callum's past.

“What’s going on, Pops?” Callum asks again.

“You’re back earlier than I expected,” Niall answers, shooting a dirty look at Donny.

The blonde man shrugs nonchalantly, taking a pack of cigarettes from his jack pocket and tapping it against the palm of his hand.

“Yeah… turns out there wasn’t a problem at the club after all.” Callum narrows his eyes at his father.

Niall innocently widens his eyes. “I must have misunderstood.”

“Then you just mistakenly let yourself into my apartment while I was out?”

“I do own the building, Callum,” Niall sniffs. “Technically I can go into any apartment I want to, with or without your permission.”

Donny lets out a slightly breathy and panicked, “Oh shit.”

Drake’s eyes bounce back and forth between the men like ping-pong balls and Liam sits rigidly next to him, tension evident in every line of his body.

“That’s how we’re going to do this? Seriously, Pops? You didn’t try that line on me when I was sixteen but you’re doing it now?”

“You had better sense at sixteen,” Niall snaps. “Back then you weren’t jumping at the chance to ruin your life every time a hot piece of ass smiled at you.”

“I need a smoke,” Donny suddenly announces loudly. He points at Liam and Drake. “You two. Come with me.”

Confused, Liam blurts out, “We don’t smoke.”

“You can hold my lighter,” Donny replies, tugging the pair to their feet.

Ioan rises from his chair. “I think I’ll join you -”

“You better keep your ass in that chair, old man,” Callum grinds out between clenched teeth.

Stunned at his grandson’s tone, Ioan plops back into his seat, and Donny seizes the opportunity to hustle Drake and Liam out onto the balcony. He manages to slam the sliding glass door closed just as the shouting starts.

“What the actual FUCK were you two thinking?” Callum yells.

Donny lights a cigarette and inhales deeply, letting the pale grey smoke slowly curl out of his nostrils. “I hope the two of you are pleased with yourselves.”

“Us?” Liam gapes, pointing between himself and Drake. “You think this is our fault?”

“Isn’t it?” He takes another drag. “Callum was fine, happy again. You two are back in his life less than three days and him and his father are at each other’s throats with Ioan snapping at their heels.”

Liam’s cheeks flush and he scowls. “The MacKenzie family’s dysfunction has nothing to do with us.”

“It has everything to do with you, cupcake.”

Drake braces his forearms on the railing that runs around the perimeter of the balcony. “I didn’t mean for anything like this to happen. I never wanted to cause Callum any problems.”

He sounds so miserable that Donny takes pity on him. “I know you didn’t mean to, kid. But goddamn… why couldn’t you just stay away?”

The voices from the living room get louder and the three men wince in unison.

“He’s going back with you,” Donny says, flicking his cigarette butt onto the ground and crushing it with the toe of his boot.

Liam sighs. “He hasn’t made a decision one way or the other yet.”

“I know my son. He’ll go.”

Drake and Liam exchange startled looks.

Donny chuckles at their shocked expressions. “I’ve been raising that boy for nearly thirty years, and I’ve been with Niall for almost as long. Callum’s my son.”

“We didn’t realize…” Drake trails off, embarrassed.

“Did Callum ever tell you about his mother?”

“From the way he phrased it I assumed she died when he was very young,” Liam says slowly.

Donny barks out a harsh laugh. “Fuck. That woman will still be alive when there’s only cockroaches roaming the earth.”

Drake’s mouth drops open and Liam frowns uncomfortably.

Taking in their shocked expressions Donny sighs and lights another cigarette. “That was probably unfair to Cassie. We’ve always had a… complicated relationship.”

“So his mom is alive?” Drake asks.

Donny shrugs. “He’s never met her. She showed up once when he graduated high school. Niall almost had an aneurysm. She futzed around a bit, said she wanted to finally meet her son. But in the end she did what she always does and disappeared before anything could happen. Thank god we didn’t tell the kid anything and get his hopes up.”

“How did… How long… um…” Liam flounders, unable to articulate the potentially offensive question.

“You wanna know how I fit in to all this?” Donny grins around the cigarette in his mouth.

Drake and Liam nod in unison.

“I met Niall when I started working for Ioan, back when the old man was still running everything. I was young, stupid, pissed at the world. Dishonorably discharged from the military. At the beginning I was just supposed to be muscle at a few of the different strip joints, but for whatever reason Ioan took me under his wing. Brought me into his home, started teaching me about the business.”

“Is that when you started dating?” Liam asks.

Donny laughs and rolls his eyes. “Fuck no. Back then there was no telling me I was anything but straight. But we got to be friends and if I had the occasional thought about how good his ass looked then I would just ignore it. I knew Niall batted for both teams and it never bothered me… but back then I just wasn’t ready to accept certain things about myself, you know?”

“Oh, I know.” Drake gives Liam a slightly dirty look from the corner of his eye and the king’s cheek flush a soft pink.

“Anyway, one night we’re out with some of our other friends doing a bar crawl and we wind up at this dive that has live music.” Donny stubs out his cigarette on the balcony railing. “Cassie’s band was playing that night. I hate to say anything nice about the woman but she’s a fuckin’ stunner and goddamn talented to boot. Long story short Niall starts chattin’ her up after her band has finished for the night and they start seein’ each other. This goes one for a few months, and Niall and I started drifting apart a little. I didn’t really understand it then, but looking back I was jealous of Cassie and seeing them together… hurt.”

“I get that,” Drake murmurs softly, looking down at his feet. With a sad smile, Liam silently reaches out and takes his hand.

“So after they’ve been together a few months Niall gets picked up on some charges related to uh… a few substances that were being sold out of a few of the clubs. Gets sentenced to five to ten. Cassie disappears.” Donny rolls his eyes. “Me and Ioan weren’t all that surprised, she was never all that serious about Niall and it’s hard enough being in a relationship with somebody on the inside when you’re committed. We moved on thinkin’ she was gone for good. Niall being locked up was hell on the old man, and I wasn’t taking it much better, but we were doing the best we could. Then about eight months into Niall’s sentence, I get a phone call from Cassie.”

Drake and Liam lean forward, drawn in by the older man’s story.

“So it’s two in the morning, and I’ve got this chick I can’t stand calling me at the club I was working at that night. I was ready to tell her to piss off, but she starts crying, telling me she’s at the hospital and I’m the only one she can call for help. And me being a total fucking sucker I went to the hospital because I knew that’s what Niall would’ve wanted. I show up and she’s in a hospital room, lying in bed, holding a fucking baby of all things.”

“Callum,” Liam says quietly.

“Bingo.” Donny shoots a pair of finger guns towards him. “At first I didn’t know what the hell to think. Honestly I just wanted to leave her there and pretend I never saw a thing. She breaks down crying again, saying she doesn’t know what to do, didn’t know who to call since Niall’s in prison, she’s scared of Ioan, she needs help, and on and on.”

“Wait, why was she scared of Ioan?” Drake asks.

“You’ve met the old man, yeah? Are you scared of him now?”

Without hesitation Drake and Liam both nod.

“Now imagine him thirty years ago and pretend you’ve been hiding the fact that you were pregnant with his only son’s child.”

The pair shudder.

Donny nods. “Exactly. I didn’t know what the fuck to do anymore than she did, and I told her so. She begged me to stay with her just a little while, asks me to hold the kid so she could take a shower and get some things situated with the hospital. I didn’t have the heart to say no. I mean, the poor girl had been alone in the hospital with a brand new baby for three days at that point, I figured that was the least I could do for her. So she gives me the kid, just this squishy little thing, and I settle down with him while she goes to clean up. He was the cutest fucking thing, all fuckin’ chubby baby rolls and this thick, curly black hair. I didn’t mean to but as some point I fell asleep holding him. Next thing I know, Callum is screaming his lungs out and I got a pissed off nurse shaking me awake asking me where Cassie was.”

“And where was Cassie?” Liam asked.

“Fuck if I know. As soon as I fell asleep she grabbed her shit and got the hell out of dodge.”

“She just left her baby with you? Without telling you where she was going? She didn’t even really know you!” Drake exclaims.

“I feel like we’ve already established she’s not a good mom, kid.” Donny gives him an exasperated look. “So I’ve got Callum, fresh out of the oven, Niall’s locked up, and I don’t have the first fucking clue how to find Cassie. I’m only 28, living in a shitty apartment, spending nearly all my free time drunk, high, or both.”

Drake starts to speak, hesitates, then powers on. “Why didn’t you just call Ioan and let him take care of it?”

“Siobhan, Callum’s grandma, was fighting a losing battle with breast cancer. Ioan wasn’t handling it well… didn’t seem fair to add something else to the bullshit he was dealing with. He wasn’t in the best headspace then anyway. Siobhan was the only thing he cared about, only thing he could focus on. Even if I wanted to let him have Callum I don’t think he would’ve been able to take care of him. So I told the hospital I was Callum’s father, signed the birth certificate and everything. Cassie hadn’t even named the kid yet, so I had to do that too.”

“You named Callum?” Liam arches an eyebrow in question.

Donny’s cheeks turn pink and he squirms in place, an oddly endearing gesture for a man in his fifties. “I knew Niall would want to honor his dad in some way, so the middle name was easy. Then I just thought about what name I’d want to use if Niall and I would ever… you know,” he mumbles.

Liam and Drake share a conspiratorial smirk. “That’s adorable,” Liam says.

Donny coughs, looking slightly uncomfortable. “Anyways. The nurses gave me a crash course in fatherhood then shoved me out the door. I waited a few days before I told Ioan and Siobhan… I wanted some time to think on what I was going to do. I brought Callum to their house, told them everything that happened, and said I wanted to take care of Callum until Niall got out. Siobhan wasn’t on board at first, and I don’t blame her. I was young and stupid, never taken care of a baby before, didn’t know a damn thing about kids. But for whatever reason, I knew I was meant to protect that baby. Ioan was relieved, in a way, I think. God only knows why but he trusted me with his grandson, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to repay him for that.”

“What did Niall have to say about everything when he found out?” Drake asks.

“Oh he was pissed,” Donny laughs. “He would’ve taken care of Cassie if she’d told him she was pregnant, made sure she had everything she needed. But the fact that she just abandoned Callum without a word was the thing that really rustled his jimmies. He would’ve forgiven anything else but that I think.”

“How did that work though?” Liam asks delicately. “With Niall being… indisposed?”

“You can say he was in prison, Your Majesty.” Donny smirks. “Niall didn’t want Callum to see him in that place, so they didn’t actually properly meet until Callum was six. Niall wrote letters every week, and I read them to him. Things got a little more complicated when Callum started to talk and then he had a whole lot of questions. I always made sure he knew that Niall was his dad, but I never let him forget just how much I loved him too. The adjustment period after Niall got out was rough on all of us. Callum didn’t want to leave me, and Niall didn’t want to be away from his son. Understandably. So Niall got a bigger apartment and Callum and I moved in with him.”

“So is that when you and Niall got together?”

Donny grins at Drake question. “Not quite. By that time I had pulled my head out of my ass enough to realize that I wasn’t quite as straight as I wanted to believe. It was a couple more years before Niall and I got into a proper relationship. But that is a story for another time.”

Donny sighs and runs his hands through his hair. “Look, at the end of the day Callum is going to do whatever he wants to do… no matter what me, Niall, or Ioan have to say about it. Just… just take care of my boy, ok? Try not to hurt him any more than you absolutely have to.”

“I don’t… I never want to hurt Callum,” Liam protests.

“Are you still going to marry that girl you’re engaged to?”

Liam stay silent, anxiously gnawing on his lower lip.

“Then he’s going to be hurt,” Donny replies with a sad smile. He looks through the sliding glass door into the living room, frowning. “Shit.”

Drake and Liam whip around just in time to see Niall glare up at his son one last time before stalking out the front door, Ioan following closely behind him. Callum tips his head back and his shoulders slump, but he quickly collects himself and moves into the kitchen.

“That went about as well as I thought it would,” Donny sighs. “Give me a few minutes.”

Drake and Liam wait out on the balcony while Donny says goodbye to Callum.

“We’re being selfish,” Drake says eventually.

Liam glances over at him. “Excuse me?”

“We have royally fucked up Callum’s life.”

“I see what you did there.” The Cordonia king smirks over at his friend.

Drake shoves him away half-heartedly. “Stop. I’m being serious. I wasn’t thinking about Callum when I dragged him back into this. Not the way I should have.”

“I don’t understand.”

“When we got to New York all I was focused on was finding Callum again because I missed him. Because I wanted to remind you that you could actually be with someone you loved instead of Madeline. I didn’t think about what would happen to his life, how all of us being back together would affect him.”

“Considering how close the two of you have gotten I wouldn’t say our returning presence has been all bad.”

Drake blushes furiously. “I... That’s not… Liam!”

“Just saying.” Liam shrugs innocently.

“What I meant was that I only considered how having Callum back would make our lives better, make us happier. I didn’t even stop to think about what that would mean for his life here… with his family, and his job, and his other friends. How can we ask him to leave all that for us again? Especially when you’re still going through with the wedding to Madeline.”

Liam groans. “Why do we keep having to go over this? I have a duty, an obligation to Cordonia. That doesn’t mean we can’t be together. All three of us.”

“This!” Drake smacks Liam’s chest. “This right here is the problem! Callum won’t be happy just being your affair on the side.”

“And you will be?” Liam challenges.

“Of course I won’t! But if that’s the price I have to pay to be with you again I will. Callum can’t do that though.”

Liam scowls. “Can’t or won’t?”

“That’s not fair,” Drake sighs.

“What Callum’s asking isn’t fair either.”

“Callum actually isn’t asking you to do anything,” Drake points out. “He only told you what he was willing and not willing to do given the circumstances.”

Liam falls silent, unable to come up with a reasonable counter argument. The pair stare out at the bustling city streets for a while, each lost in their own thoughts.

Drake is the first one to break the silence. “Liam, what are we going to do?”

@superharriet

@angelasscribbles

@kingliam2019

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An excerpt of Concorde's unpublished Chapter 19! If you haven't read it — it's an AU where Ronan and Adam meet each other as children, through the glass prism of the latest and greatest, Niall Lynch! Nothing brings people together like a scoundrel.

Gansey nods. He takes the Swiss army knife that Adam passes him and clasps his fingers around it without flinching. “We’ll bring you back.” He offers his fist for a bump. Adam feels a rush of warmth inside him, his body full and lived in. He bumps it. Ronan pours the nightwash from Adam’s water bottle into the large porcelain bowl that Calla laid on the rug. It doesn’t bubble or clump together at all, only lapping side to side until it settles into his perfect reflection. “You’ve mastered this shit to an art form,” Calla says, her compliments sparing and therefore treasured. She hovers over him, shadow rippling over the bowl. When Adam gives her a look that tells her to mind it, she cackles like a true witch and takes a few steps back, collapsing into the couch. “Persephone told me a while back that you’d surpassed her. I thought she was stuck in her weird space-time haze and meant some future adult you. You’re the whole shebang.” She sounds kind of put out about it, in the flattering way that comes from adults you actually respect. All raised eyebrows and huffed air. “He’s marvelous,” Gansey agrees. “Gansey,” says Adam, rubbing his face. It’s warm. “Ah, you’re embarrassing him,” coos Maura. “Shut the fuck up,” Ronan says, sitting down beside Adam on the side of his hearing ear. He tugs at his leather bands, the simple gesture betraying his studied nonchalance. “Stop trying to steal my boyfriend away, Gansey. I’ll lose my shit.” Boyfriend. The label leaves Adam all light and fluttery. Ronan sounds like he’s been waiting to drop it for a while. Years, maybe. “But actually,” Adam says, trying to clear away all his thoughts, “please be quiet. I need to concentrate.” Blue mimes zipping her mouth shut. Adam exhales and loses his mind.

#concorde #its pretty good tbh <- guy who's been writing and publishing this fic with fran for 9+ months.#its abt abuse and intergenerational trauma and undooming ur own narrative and bowie and the weird things that happen when an adult pays #supposedly positive attention to u but u realized too late that you were his sucker.

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Ooh, please tell me more about how Shiall today might relate to Larry? I’ve been keeping an eye on Niall, and I have so many thoughts, but I’m mostly just confused!

heya anon, and welcome to the show!

now, I want to start this off by saying I haven’t had much to do with the Shiall stuff, so I’m not an expert on it. But, here are a couple of my thoughts as to why this is an interesting turn of events, and what this means for larry.

so, it’s been pretty interesting seeing all the Shiall stuff online since the show happened. And well… I’ve seen a lot of larries/ziams also now start shipping Shiall, which is interesting, and while Shiall has never been as big as Larry or even Ziam, it blew up the fandom and even got headlines in the press. So… let’s have a deeper dive.

Now… people have believed in Shiall or at least entertained the idea of them together since at least 2017. It’s not a new thing whatsoever. But since the show of them performing together, it has become pretty huge. And there are a lot of solos reaaaaallllyyyy hating that, and it’s becoming a bit beefy between the niall girls and the shiall believers (which is yikes because can everyone just be nice to each other for a god damn second Jesus Christ) so it’s now dividing nialls otherwise pretty chill fandom. Which is new for him, and will be interesting to see how it’s handled. But so far in the press? It’s going well for him.

He’s gotten a write up in a few outlets which all have a similar headline of “Niall Horan Surprises Fans by Bringing Out Shawn Mendes at London Concert” (US Weekly). But, Rolling Stone really went all out here:

Now, I dunno about you… but adding “fellow lover boy” and “that’s my boy” to a headline 100% grabs attention and maybe implies a bit more than just pals. In my marketing and journalism experience/study, this would absolutely fall under seeding and somewhat subconsciously sways the reader into further curiosity about Niall and Shawn’s relationship.

What’s funny about this, is 1 week prior to the show, Elle posted this article out of quite literally nowhere. Shawn and Camila haven’t been spotted together since (to my knowledge) April of 2023 when they were photographed kissing at Coachella. So… why was this dropped a week prior?

Anyway, Niall is still signed to Modest mgmt, who we’ve watched control narratives and PR ops for the last 13 years. So, it’s safe to say we can see a bit of a pattern here, but it feels different this time too… right?

Niall’s mgmt would 110% know about the Shiall rumours. They’ve been around for over 6 years, and have continued to grow in popularity over the past couple of years particularly. It’s very obviously a topic that the fandom talk about, and that a lot believe in. So, to allow niall to bring on stage someone who his fans believe he’s actually dating as opposed to his “gf” who was also in the crowd that night (not that literally anyone cared lol) feels very freeing. Do modest and Niall not care about the rumours? Is it actually true and he managed to convince his team to let him do it in exchange of staying with his gf for longer? Or is it something entirely different?

Well… it’s a tricky one.

Modest have been well known to closet artists for years. We’ve seen it with larry, and other young men too. So, why the change of heart? Essentially encouraging rumours by giving this the go ahead, and rolling stone weirdly quickly posting that article with those particular words in the headline, why now?

It’s good PR, sure. It’s beneficial for Shawn to get back into the headlines more after not performing for 12 months, and gives nialls tour a bit of a boost. But i would argue that it’s encouraging Shiall. And I would also argue that modest have actively tried to squash gay rumours for years with larry (we will talk about the Union J shit show another time and just stick with larry for this) so it’s interesting that they’re encouraging it. But it’s been a pretty nice little test drive for larry, hasnt it?

In no way has Shiall divided the fandom to the same point as Larry, but the love we all saw for shiall (whether we believed in them being romantically linked or not, it was incredibly wholesome) from around the fandom was very loud. I saw a hell of a lot more positive chats than negative (and I looked deeper than just my timeline) and so it was pretty safe to say that it went well for the most part.

People are saying that niall might have done it behind his team’s back because Shawn was placed in Paris hours earlier, but that’s just a reminder of something we already know that we can’t trust photos to be released on the same day at the same time they are taken, but I think he’d get in a hell of a lot of trouble for that. So I’m not on board with that idea.

So I guess to put it down to a couple of options to sum this up:

a) modest has flipped the script and is okay with Shiall because they’re actually not dating (unlike how they handled larry because they were) and it’s all just rumours and niall and his gf aren’t bothered from it so it’s fine because it’s some good publicity

b) niall and Shawn actually are dating and his team is seeding a coming out, testing the waters with the fandom, perhaps try to encourage larry to sign with them again due to how “free thinking” they are now

c) nialls contract allows him to have more control over different aspects of his career so he was able to just invite him up there no matter what narrative is being pushed in his personal life

So… what’s this mean for larry and why have I rambled on for 3-5 business days?

Well…

Niall is dealing with the same rumours with Shawn as H and L do with each other. He is actively showing the fans that believing in a relationship between two dudes in fact doesn’t ruin their lives and families and their girlfriends are crying all the time, and he’s also showing other mgmt teams that you can do this shit without the world falling to pieces (aka the V*nes and Az*ff losers) whether or not it’s true. It’s a very small step in the right direction, but it’s a really good one. So I think yeah it’s important to see what this means for Larry and their next steps, because niall has made it look pretty simple. But I think we should keep watching this all very closely.

#anon #answered #louisisalarrie chats

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missluckycharms · 2 years

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cute little fluff about friend!harry getting jealous and he ends up confessing his feelings awkwardly <3

he’s so baby 🥺🥺🤏🏻

“Hey, what’s up? You’ve been awfully quiet since we left.” She laughs as they both walk through the front door of her apartment, Harry immediately putting all of his attention on Teddy, her kitten that greets them both with a soft purr.

“Just tired.” Is all she gets from him, along with a small shrug and no eye contact, she frowns before deciding to just leave him be, walking herself into the bathroom to have a quick shower.

When she comes back out, hair damp and wearing a bath robe that she doesn’t know when she bought (she guesses it might be from when she first moved into her apartment, but she’s not too sure) Harry is seated in the exact same position she left him in, sat on her sofa with Teddy in his lap as they both gaze at the tv screen.

“I’m feeling a little hungry, want to split a pizza?” She asks, hoping to break the silence that’s so loud between the pair, Harry is never like this, they’re always laughing and joking together, but ever since they left the arcade, he’s been quiet, distant and short with her.

“Don’t mind.” Is what she manages to pull from the curly haired man that’s still not looking at her, she sighs as she grabs her phone, sitting down beside him and clicking on the app to allow her to order up a pizza.

In the twenty minutes it took for the pizza to arrive, she was pretty sure she’s never sat in a room so silent, something looming around the air that she can’t put her finger on and she’s becoming very short tempered with Harry who seems to not notice how frustrated she is.

“What’s going on? Cut the bullshit.” She finally blurts out, dropping her slice of pizza and shutting off the TV causing Harry and Teddy to look her way, for the first time in over half an hour.

Harry doesn’t say a word, looking at Y/N as she waits for his response, pizza going cold between them as she gazes at him in pure frustration.

“It doesn’t matter, it’s stupid. Can we turn the tv back on?” He asks like a child, not wanting to speak any further as she shakes her head, hiding the remote from his reach.

“You can talk to me about anything, I’m your best friend! We tell each other everything!” Harry sighs at her words, looking up at the ceiling as he doesn’t dare to look at her.

“Could you - please, can you … look away from me?” He asks, she doesn’t question it and turns around so her back is to him, confusion in her face and mind.

“Y-You and Niall were getting very … close … it made me feel something that I wasn’t very sure of …” he starts, sighing deeply as his words come out shakily.

“I got jealous, jealous that you laughed at his jokes more than mine … jealous that you didn’t mind when he moved closer … and jealous that it wasn’t me who was doing that with you …”

Y/N is in shock, not turning around once as she listens to Harry spill what’s been on his mind all night, what’s been causing him to be so silent with her.

“I like you, Y/N and I’m so glad I can’t see the look on your face right now because I know it’s probably disgust.” He laughs lightly, so nervous and small as Y/N smiles with a chuckle.

“Can I turn around?”

“Yeah.” He croaks out quietly, watching intensely as she turns back around with a wide smile on her face.

“Make fun of me tomorrow, I’m very vulnerable right now.” He blurts out, looking away from her in sheer embarrassment.

“I like you too.”

#anon <3 #harry styles #harry styles au #harry styles blurb #harry styles imagine #harry styles fandom #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader

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walkingintheheartbreaksatellite · 1 year

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Flicker Chapter 4- Bend The Rules

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

February 1st, 2023 3:00pm

After a long day, especially since I started at 3:30am to do a session with Joshua, since they had a 72 hour stretch at the hospital they're interning at, I'm finally on my way home.

My drive home is short and uneventful, though I am ever so impatient at every red light I hit. After about the 4th red light, I'm hit with a bit of luck and I make it home in about 5 minutes and score a spot in the garage since I'm the first one home.

I park my car and get out, grabbing my backpack and my water bottle before closing the door and locking my car. I enter the house through the garage door and walk through the hallway and into the living room, finding Zach on the couch.

His eyes tear away from the tv and find me, causing him to raise a brow.

"What are you doing home so early?"

I scoff and I shake my head before turning my heel to walk into the kitchen, only for Zach to follow me. I stand at the sink, rinsing out my water bottle before I dry my hands and my eyes meet Zach's stern expression. I sigh and shake my head.

"Give it up Zach. I'm almost 21, I pay rent and I can come and go as I please. I don't have to tell you what I'm doing."

His eyes widen and his mouth drops.

"W-well yeah I know that, but Jenny mentioned that you were going out.. And I guess I just got a little hurt that you told her and not me.. I thought I was your best friend..."

I groan and walk away from the sink, slowly approaching Zach, who has his arms crossed with an unmistakable frown on his face. I pull him into a side hug and he leans his head on mine.

"You know, I would tell you but you hate when I talk about Niall. And that's who I'm gonna be with."

Zach groans in annoyance and lifts his head before he lightly pushes me away and I scoff.

"You know, you're being a real dick. That's exactly why I didn't tell you. You can't fucking stand that I'm seeing someone and you're not!"

His face reddens in anger and he shouts.

"That's not it! I couldn't give two fucks! But he is nine years older than you, Emily! Nine! And not only that, but he's a celebrity! You know, I've sat down and actually googled all the women he dated! You're not enough for him! Sooner or later, he's gonna cheat on you! I'm just trying to protect you!"

I gasp, absolutely struck by the words that just left his mouth. Tears threaten to spill from my eyes and I turn my back to him.

"You know Zach... You're not my mom and you're not my dad. And right now? I don't even know if you're my friend.."

With that, I quietly make my way up the stairs to my room and open my door, retreating inside, despite hearing Zach shouting my name. I shut the door and lay my back against it, tears slowly falling down my cheeks.

I sniffle and wipe the tears off my cheeks before I walk over to my closet.

He said cute and comfy, that could be anything.

I pull out a Green sleeveless top with matching pants and my White Nike platforms.

I quickly change and tie up my hair before doing a small bit of make up and then quickly pack a bag. I only pack general stuff that I would use; night dress, cute outfit for the next day, extra undergarments and my toiletries and chargers.

I zip up my duffel bag and just as I pick it up, my phone starts to ring. I look down at the name and I smile. Niall.

'Cause nobody knows you baby the way I do And nobody loves you baby the way I do It's been so long, it's been so long Maybe you-

"How is it you always seem to call when I need to hear your voice the most?"

He laughs through the phone.

"Well I suppose it's a good thing I'm in yer drive, now isn't it?"

I giggle and smile.

"I'll be right out."

He says okay and I hang up. I grab my purse off my bed and sling it on my shoulder before making my way to my bedroom door and opening it. I quietly leave my room, closing the door behind me. I make my way down the stairs and just as I reach the front door, I find Zach yet again.

He sees me and opens his mouth and I hold my hand up.

"No. We'll talk when I come home. But until then, I don't want to hear a word from you. Unless someone has died, you will leave me the fuck alone. Are we clear?"

He rolls his eyes but he nods. I take that as an opportunity to leave and I quickly open the door and close it behind me, locking it. I walk down the pavement and see Niall's Range sitting in the otherwise empty driveway.

The driver door opens and out steps Niall. Before I can think, I drop my bags and run into his open arms. I try my best to hold back my tears as he wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me off the ground, ever so slightly.

I bury my head in his chest and sniffle and he starts to rub my back with one hand. I pull away a little and look up at him. He sets me down and wipes my tears away with his now free hand.

"I know yer not cryin like this 'cause ya missed me. What's up, what's got ya upset, Petal?"

I sniffle and shake my head.

"It's stupid. Just got into a dumb fight with Zach, guess I'm just super emotional today."

"It's not dumb, Em. Yer obviously upset about it. Ya wanna talk about it? Ya don't have t' hold it in with me, ya know that, right?"

I smile lightly and sniffle as I nod.

"I know, Ni. It was just dumb and I'm just being moody today. I promise, there's nothing to worry about. I'm feeling much better now that you're here."

He smiles and leans in, pressing a kiss to my forehead. I giggle and hug him again. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me in close.

"I missed ya. I mean I know it's only been a few days but I've been really lookin forward t' seeing ya again."

I blush and lean in, placing a soft kiss on his lips. I move to pull away and he pulls me back, kissing me deeply. I sigh into the kiss and I feel him smile before he lets up a little, pecking my lips a few more times before pulling away completely, leaving me a blushing mess.

We laugh and he lets go of my waist and instead takes one of my hands in his and laces our fingers together. We walk over to my bags that I had dropped and Niall bends down, grabbing my duffle bag while I grab my backpack and sling it on my shoulder.

He opens the back of his Rover and we put my bags in alongside his. He closes the back and we get in and get buckled. He starts the car and I turn to him.

"So do I get to know where we're going?"

He laughs as he begins to pull out of the driveway.

"Now why would I do that? Yer reaction is gonna be priceless when we get there. And I like teasin' ya."

I fold my arms and pout a little.

"That's mean, Niall."

He laughs again, shaking his head with his eyes remaining on the road.

"You'll live. Just trust me, Em. It'll be worth it when we get there. But I promise, yer gonna like it. Ya trust me, don't ya?"

The car comes to a stop as we hit a red light and Niall turns to me slightly. I sigh and smile before I nod. He smiles and the light turns green and we begin to move again.

After about an hour and a half of Niall driving as we talk, he reaches into the center console and hands me something. A tie. I raise an eyebrow and he chuckles.

"Just put it on, Petal. I'll even do it for ya."

I nod, a little hesitant. He smiles and unfolds the tie before he raises it to my eyes and then ties it around my head and I'm left without sight. I bite my lip, still hesitant. All I can hear is the clicking of the seatbelt and the door opening and closing before the passenger door opens and I'm exposed to the chilly February air.

I hear another click of the seatbelt as Niall reaches over me, unbuckling my seatbelt before he pulls it off of me. I clutch my purse in one hand and I feel Niall take the other.

"Alright pretty girl, I'm gonna get ya out now, 'kay? Just hold on t' me.."

I nod, biting my lip a little harder. I turn in my seat so I'm facing Niall and he wraps an arm around my waist before he slowly pulls me out of the car and sets me down. He moves me away from the door and closes it before the car beeps, signaling it being locked.

I feel Niall take my hand again and he laces his fingers through mine and he begins to slowly guide me.

"Ya doin' okay, Em? Yer shakin a little..."

I feel him step and he pulls me up on what I believe to be sidewalk and I slowly nod.

"Y-yeah... Just feel a little off since, you know, I can't see?"

He chuckles and squeezes my hand as he continues to guide me. After about a good minute, we come to a stop and Niall takes my other hand in his.

"Well guess what? Ya did it. Ya ready t' see where we are?"

I nod rapidly and Niall laughs. I hear him take a few steps and suddenly I feel his breath on my neck. He unties the tie and lowers it before he folds it back up and tucks it into his pocket. I look up in front of my and I gasp, my eyes widening.

In front of me in a very large set of letters that are lit, spelling out 'Happy Birthday Harry'. I turn to face Niall, my mouth still gaping.

"Are we really-"

He nods with a wide smile on his face, and I close my mouth, though it widens.

"At Harry's birthday show? Yes, yes we are."

I throw myself at him and he catches me as he laughs. My arms wrap around his neck and his hands rest at my waist.

"I totally forgot about it! Niall, this is amazing, really."

He smiles and gives me a small kiss.

"Ya glad I left it as a surprise, then?"

I giggle and nod before leaning in to peck his lips and he smiles. He then taps my waist with a few fingers and I pull away to see him smiling.

"How about we head inside, Em?"

I smile and nod. He lets me go, though a hand is still holding mine. He leads us through the grounds to a back entrance and he knocks on the door.

It opens a minute later to reveal a tall man.

Niall's POV I knock on the door, just as I had discussed with Jeff. It opens about a minute later to reveal Jeff, who smiles when he sees me.

"There you are! I was starting to get worried! And this is your-"

I blush and interrupt him.

"My friend, yeah. Jeff, this is Emily. And sorry we're late. Got a little stuck in traffic."

"Glad to put a face to a name. Nice to meet you, Emily! I'm Jeff Azoff."

She smiles and they shake hands. He smiles and pushes the door open all the way. He then pulls out something from his back pocket: 2 backstage passes. He then hands them to me with a smile.

We all walk in and Emily and I begin to follow Jeff.

"H was so excited when he found out you were coming. He tried waiting to say hello but he had to get ready."

I nod and I feel Emily jog to my side and grab my hand, lacing her fingers through mine. I smile at her and she returns it, her ocean blue eyes twinkling as she does so. We follow Jeff for another minute or so until we come to a stop.

He turns to face use and smiles.

"There's a table over there with snacks and drinks. I have to go get something but I'll be right back."

We nod and he walks off. I take one of the backstage passes and place it around Emily's neck before I put on my own. Her phone starts to go off and instead of looking at it, she pulls it out and turns off the ringer and hits ignore on what appears to be a phone call. She tucks it back into her purse and her hand takes mine again.

Jeff comes back holding a basket and he sets it down at a small, nearby table.

"H wanted to gift you guys some stuff. When I mentioned you were coming, he wanted to make sure you both had something as a welcome gift. Enjoy, and let me know if you guys need anything! I'll be around."

We nod and he walks off, leaving us alone. I open my mouth to say something but before I can, I hear a mic come on and see Harry's opener on stage. We decide to get something to eat so we head over to the snack table.

Emily takes a plate and starts to pick up food and put it on the plate.

"So how was work? I don't think I asked ya, yet."

She gives me a wide smile and her eyes sparkle.

"Oh my god it was amazing! You know those two projects I was hoping to get?"

I smile and nod.

"That directing role and the role for that sequel?"

She nods as she finishes putting food on her plate. I quickly make myself one and we make our way to the small table with our basket on it and we sit down.

"Well... they gave me Banana Fish! So I get to start on that! And I got a role for that sequel-"

My eyes widen and I can't help but smile.

"Emily! That's amazing! I'm so-"

She snorts and shakes her head.

"You're so cute! But you didn't let me finish!"

I cover my mouth with my hand and she giggles.

"I got a lead role! One of the very few!"

I remove my hand from my mouth and stand up. I move over to where she's sitting and she looks up at me. I put my hands on her waist and lift her up into my arms, hugging her tight as she laughs.

"I'm so fuckin' proud of you, Petal! I knew you'd get it"

She laughs and wraps her arms around my neck, hugging me back. I give her another tight squeeze before I set her down, though my arms stay around her waist and hers around my neck.

I lean down and press my lips to hers. She sighs and smiles into the kiss and I pull her closer. We pull away after a minute or so, leaving her a blushing mess. I smile and squeeze her again and she giggles.

"If this is how you're gonna react every time I have good news, then I could definitely get used to it!"

We laugh and suddenly I hear her stomach growl, which causes her to blush.

"Have ya eaten at all, today?"

She just shrugs.

"A little? I've had a couple cups of coffee and a granola bar from a vending machine..."

I frown, saddened from what I just heard.

"That's it? Em, why didn't ya eat?"

She only shrugs again and looks away from me.

"I was just busy. I went to bed late and I had to wake up really early. I ended up oversleeping and didn't really have time for much."

I frown more and bite my lip, but she looks back up at me.

"But I promise, I'm fine! I'll eat what I got just now and it'll hold me off until we get something later! Okay?"

I sigh and nod, causing her to smile.

"Sit down and eat, Petal. I'm gonna look through what Harold gave us."

She nods and I let her go, allowing her to sit down and she digs into her plate. I remain standing as I begin to dig through the fairly large basket.

She finishes her plate and stands up but I catch her before she can, lightly pushing her back into the chair.

"Niall-"

I shake my head and crouch onto my knees a little to meet her height. I lay my hand on top of hers and look into her eyes.

"Petal, we both know that wasn't enough. It's gonna be a long while until we can get something more filling, how about you have my plate too? I ate breakfast and lunch so I'm-"

Before I can finish, my stomach growls and she laughs.

"Fine. But how about we share it? Or are you going to deny what we both just heard?"

I laugh and shake my head, giving in. I stand up and sit in my own chair, opposite to her. We eat and chat until we clean the plate.

"Oh, did ya want t' see what Harry left fer ya?"

Her eyes widen.

"F-for me?"

I nod with a smile and stand up.

"Yeah. He said he was excited t' meet ya."

She blushes.

"How do you know that?"

I blush and look down at the note that was in the basket.

Niall, thanks for coming! Can't wait to see you! And can't wait to meet your girl! ;) Hope you both enjoy! -H x

"He just... wrote a note. Nothing bad..."

She smirks and walks over to me and tries to peak over my shoulder but I quickly tuck the note into my pocket.

"Just a note, I'm sure."

She laughs and I shake my head.

"If ya don't stop bein mean t' me, I'm gonna sell yer stuff online."

She snorts and shakes her head. I smile and shuffle through the basket, pulling out what was meant for her: a Soup Crewneck, a few keychains and a makeup bag. I hold them out to her and her eyes widen a little and she hesitantly takes everything from me, making me laugh.

"This was from Harry? I'll definitely have to thank him if we see him."

I smile and nod.

"Our crewnecks match as well as our keychains, but you got the makeup bag and I got a water bottle."

She smiles and nods. She puts her things back in the basket and holds her arms out to me, quietly asking for a hug. I smile and pull her into my arms, holding her close. I feel her sigh in my arms and I start to rub her back.

"Ya sure yer okay, Em? I know ya said ya were but-"

Before I can finish, I hear the opening to a song and the screaming of fans starts. I turn my head to see the band on the stage before turning my attention back to Emily.

"We should head over there, sound good?"

She nods with a smile. I let go of her waist and take her hand in mine, lacing our fingers together. We walk closer to the barrier, closer to the stage and we stand next to Jeff.

My hand leaves Emily's and instead, I wrap my arm around her waist before resting it on her hip and she leans into me with a smile. Jeff turns to us with a smile.

"So is this your first concert Emily?"

She smiles and shakes her head.

"Not my first, but it is my first time seeing Harry! I tried a couple times during his residencies but I work a lot and couldn't get away."

He nods.

"And what do you do?"

She bites her lip before answering.

"Um I'm a voice actor. I direct too, but it's all mostly anime, though I have worked on other projects outside of Funimation and Crunchyroll."

I smile and squeeze her side and kiss the side of her head.

"She does voices fer video games too! And she's gotten t' work with a lot of famous people! Mark Hamill, Patrick Stump and even Steve Carell."

Jeff's eyes widen and Emily laughs.

"Okay I told you about Patrick, but how did you did you know about the other two? My mother doesn't even know that!"

We all laugh and I shrug. And then her face pales.

"You didn't watch the Killing Joke, did you? Or the Rise of Gru?"

I bite my lip but I nod.

"I watched the Killing Joke... that was interesting. I did not watch the Rise of Gru, but ya did mention that you and Kellen were extras in that."

I can feel the goosebumps on her arm.

"The Killing Joke... now that was dark. Five Nights at Freddy's doesn't give me the creeps like that did... Eugh!"

We all laugh and turn our attention to the stage, to see Harry coming up from the platform. The show starts and from the corner of my eye, I can see Em mouthing the lyrics to every song he's sang so far, which makes me smile.

Looking at this girl at my side... I can't stand to be away from her. Every second I spend with her just feels so full of light and happiness. She finds joy in the simpler things in life and she works hard, doing what she loves. I love being around her... and I need her to know that...

The next song starts and I take the opportunity to pull at her waist and pull her in front of me, wrapping my arms around her. She looks up at me a little and smiles as we begin to sway to the song. She's nodding her head a bit to the song and I bite my lip.

"I'd walk through fire for you, just let me adore you!"

Fuck it.

I lean my head down a little to her ear and whisper to her.

"Will you be mine to adore, Emily?"

I feel her body stiffen and I let her go. She turns around and I see tears threatening to spill.

"A-are you asking me what I think you're asking?"

I bite my lip and nod.

"Will ya? Be my girlfriend?"

Her face softens and tears begin to spill down her cheeks.

"Yes, of course I will. I'd love to be your girlfriend."

I smile and she wraps her arms around my neck while I wrap mine around her waist. I lean down and meet her lips in a kiss. She sighs into the kiss and I pull her closer. Our lips move in sync until we finally pull away, out of breath.

I rest my forehead against hers, a smile never leaving my face. I hug her one last time before lifting my head. She turns back around, though she places her hands on top of mine, which now rest on her stomach.

We dance, laugh and sing along for the rest of the show until Jeff taps on my shoulder and leads us to a room way backstage. He opens the door, allowing Emily and I to walk in while he remains in the doorway, his hand on the knob.

"You guys can hang out here. H and the band will be here in just a few minutes."

We nod and I pull her over to one of the couches and take a seat, with Em taking the open spot next to me. I lay my hand, palm side up, on her knee. She smiles and places her hand on top of mine before she laces her fingers through mine. I turn to her and peck her cheek, causing her cheeks to tint and her smile to grow.

"Did ya have fun, Em?"

She opens her mouth and begins to speak but pauses when the door begins to open. In walks Harry, followed by a few members of his band. I let go of Emily's hand and stand up, and she follows my lead, standing up as well.

Harry smiles when he sees me and he walks over to me with his arms open and I meet him in a hug.

"Nialler!"

"Harry!"

We hug and pat each others backs until we pull away and his attention turns to Em, who's looking down at the ground, her hands behind her back and biting her lip.

Awe, my girl. She must be really nervous.

I walk over to her and wrap an arm around her waist before I peck her cheek in an attempt to ease her nerves. She looks up at me and purses her lips but gives me a small smile before nodding. I smile and guide her over to where Harry is standing, my hand on the small of her back.

"Harry, this is Emily, my girlfriend. Em, well of course ya know who he is."

Emily's POV

"Harry, this is Emily, my girlfriend. Em, well of course ya know who he is."

I really shouldn't be this nervous but my heart won't stop pounding. Harry Styles is standing in front of me. And he knows my name. What has my life come to?! Calm yourself! He's Niall's friend for goodness sake! If you can be normal around Niall, YOUR BOYFRIEND, then you can be normal around Harry.

I take a deep breath before holding my hand out to Harry.

"It's so nice to finally meet you! Niall has told me so much about you! Oh, and Happy Birthday!"

He flashes a smile at me and instead of shaking my hand, he pulls me into a hug. I gasp a little out of surprise but I quickly return his hug. We hug for a minute until I finally pull away, Harry still smiling.

"Thank you! And it's so great t' finally meet you! Niall hasn't stopped talking about you since y' both met! Although he won't tell me how..."

I blush and laugh a little as Niall throws his head back in laughter before he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me close to him.

"Now that's because it's funnier t' say in person! She was actually-"

I blush and lightly elbow him in the side. He looks down at me and I stick my lip out in a pout.

"Niall! Don't you dare! It's embarrassing! Seriously?"

He nods as he flashes me a pearly smile. Harry motions over to the large couch that was behind us and we all take a seat as the rest of Harry's band comes in and takes an open seat wherever.

Niall opens his mouth to unfortunately continue on with his story when I hear a gasp and our attention turns to Sarah, Harry's drummer.

"Oh my god! You're.. you're Emily Hoffman!"

Oh my god. Sarah Jones knows who I am?! What?!

I blush and nod and she smiles, grinning from ear to ear!

"I love watching your work! Your vocal range is amazing!"

I blush even more and send her a small smile.

"Thank you! That's so sweet of you to say! I'm really honored that you know who I am!"

I see Mitch laugh and shake his head.

"Are you kidding me? She watches every one of your streams and scarily enough, could probably answer personal questions about you."

We all laugh and Niall raises a brow, making me shrug.

"I mean I'm pretty much an open book. Between panels, streams, and conventions in general, things just kind of come out. And I don't like to shut up, hence why voice acting is probably the best job for me!"

We all laugh again and Sarah leans a little in her seat.

"Honestly though, I didn't know you were a fan of H for the longest time! Not until Ian posted that TikTok!"

I raise an eyebrow.

"Ian? What did he post?"

Her eyes light up and she quickly pulls out her phone and pulls up a video. We all look at her phone to the video playing and my heart drops. The video playing is of my reaction to Harry's House, more specifically, Matilda, the day of the album release.

At that time, I was at a convention with Ian, Monica, Mike, Chris Sabat and Luci. We were all in the green room when I got a notification of the album release, as I had not really been on my phone much that day.

That was also back when I was getting a lot of hate. Many got angry and began to start accounts dedicated to hating me, all because I was constantly smiling. While I share a lot with fans and friends, my smile is sincere and I'm not being fake. But the hate... it really hit hard. They were relentless and eventually it grew hard to ignore.

In the video, you can hear Matilda playing and I let out a loud sob as Luci held me, comforting me as a mother would. My sobs only get louder and all I want to do is hide.

"I... didn't know he posted that. God I need to get after him for that. That's so embarrassing!"

I try to laugh it off and Sarah smiles, shaking her head.

"It was sweet. He posted a little message with it."

She taps her phone a few times before she turns it back around, showing me the screen.

@iansinclairvo Not many know this, but this girl is a warrior. She has feelings like anyone else and while she may smile and mean it, she cries and she has felt pain like any other human. Please show her some kindness. We all love her very much, and we hope you will love her as much as we do!

I tear up and my lip begins to quiver. Niall wraps his arm around my shoulders and he begins to rub my shoulder before he kisses the side of my head.

"I-I didn't realize he was recording... Or that he even posted that."

The room is quiet for a second before Harry speaks up.

"What happened? If y' don't mind me asking?"

I take a deep breath before I proceed.

"Um... at that time? I was getting a lot of hate on social media... People said I was faking everything and they would always say 'what's she got to be happy about' or 'no one is ever that happy unless they did something'. I thought it was dumb. Until they started getting worse."

I take a shaky breath in before I begin again.

"I was happy. I never faked that. I've been through a lot, and that's probably why hearing Matilda made me cry so much... But that's the one thing I won't really talk about in public. But that pain doesn't define me, and I haven't let it, despite everything. And some people just don't like to see others happy."

I hear sniffles and look up to see tears in Sarah's eyes. I stand up and walk over to her before I pull her into a hug. She sniffles and returns my hug and I sigh.

"Please don't cry Sarah, really. It's not worth it. They were just looking to hurt someone's feelings and they picked the one that looked like a weak little girl. I've moved past that and I don't let them upset me anymore."

She pulls away and shakes her head.

"Ts not okay! You're so young! And you've never done anything! I've followed your career for years and you've always been one of my favorite voice actors... You're so kind to everyone you meet and you make each person feel like they're the center of the universe! Everyone loves you! So I just don't-"

Mitch lays a hand on her shoulder and she looks up, still sniffling. I smile and place a hand on top of hers.

"You know why I do that? I don't want anyone to feel left out. No one should feel like that. Every single person I meet becomes important to me. Whether they become a constant in my life or not. I promise, you don't have to be upset. That's long since passed, and now we're here! Each day brings so many new possibilities, there's no need to dwell on the past. So don't waste your tears on those dummies."

She sniffles and nods and I smile. I pay her hand and then make my way back to where I was sitting, resuming my nonchalant cuddle with Niall. He smiles when he sees me sit down and he holds me close. It's quiet for a minute before Harry speaks up.

"So that's why y' were crying during Matilda. Jeffery mentioned he saw y' tear up and I was curious. But we're very glad t' have you here, Emily."

I smile at him and he smiles back. Niall squeezes my hip before he chimes in.

"Now who wants t' hear how we met?"

Everyone laughs and I try and hide my face in his chest.

"Alright so-"

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No one can stop laughing and my face is probably as red as a tomato.

Harry finally stops laughing enough to ask a question.

"So wait... You didn't realize who Niall was until the next day? How?!"

I shrug and blush, laughing lightly.

"I was pretty buzzed and I guess my brain wasn't working right. Which is pretty funny since the last song I had played on my phone had been one of Niall's and I had literally just seen his face. But my brain only said: Look! A hot guy! Try not to embarrass yourself! Which obviously, that didn't work."

Everyone laughs and Sarah shakes her head.

"I still can't get over the fact that you have Zach's ringtone set as a One Direction song and it happened to play in front of Niall!"

I shrug and laugh.

"Well, that was definitely something. I've honestly had that set forever though. It annoys him so I strive to do it more. And in my defense, he seems to hate Temporary Fix the most, no idea why, it's an amazing song-"

Niall tips a pretend hat on his head and we all laugh.

"But it's almost like I had to set it. He's tried to change it multiple times and I always change it back."

Everyone laughs again.

"What's my ringtone, Petal? Just curious."

I blush and bite my lip.

"Um... Well your text tone is Love At First Sight by the Brobecks. And you're ringtone? It's um... It's Fireproof."

I blush and everyone laughs.

"Hey! Sue me! It's a good song! What about you then, mister? What did you set mine as?"

I raise one of my brows with a wicked smile and everyone laughs. Niall kisses my cheek and pulls out his phone. He pulls open my contact and I blush.

Ringtone: Silver Springs

Text tone: If You Ever Did Believe

Damn it, I hate how well he knows me. I love those songs.

I blush more and lay my head on his shoulder as he laughs.

We all hang out and chat until some staff brings in trays of delicious food followed by a few cakes. Niall kisses my cheek and places a hand on my knee before he stands up.

"I'm gonna go make ya a plate, Petal. Harold, mind keeping my girl company? But don't steal her, she's mine."

He just said that with the straightest face, it's so hard not to laugh.

Harry and I both burst out laughing but he nods. Niall playfully rolls his eyes and shakes his head before he walks over to one of the tables. I turn to Harry and we chat while Niall is getting me a plate.

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"Oh come on, y' have to pick one!"

I laugh as I shake my head.

"Honest to god Harry, I can't! I could probably give you my top 10 or 15 but I can't just give you one!"

He laughs and shakes his head as Niall walks up to us, two plates in his hands as he takes his seat back on the other side of me, handing me a plate and a fork.

"What's goin' on?"

I giggle and shake my head.

"Harry is trying to make me pick a favorite of his songs."

Niall snickers and shakes his head as he begins to spoon up some pasta on his fork.

"Hate to break it to ya mate, but she won't even pick her favorite of mine. She won't pick from yers either."

I scoff and shake my head, before turning my attention to the plate in my lap. I stab some pasta onto my fork and take a bite, chewing and swallowing before I decide to reply.

"I can't pick from either of you! Or anything from One Direction! It's too hard! The only one that I actually pick a favorite from is Louis..."

Both of their mouths drop and I can't help but snort and shake my head. Niall then shakes his head before staring into my eyes.

"Please Petal? At least top 5!"

I groan and remove my plate from my lap, reaching over to the nearby empty table and placing it there. I sigh into the couch and let out a huff.

"Fine! Top 5! But that's it!"

They both smile and cheer and Niall kisses my cheek.

"Alright. So, for you Ni, I think my top 5 would probably be Dear Patience, Paper Houses, This Town, Too Much To Ask and Flicker. But damn it you guys are really making this hard for me."

The laugh and I turn my attention to Harry.

"Okay, since you guys have insisted. Choosing a favorite of yours Harry is actually going to hurt me..."

Did I think this was gonna be this hard? No. But it physically pains me to choose.

"Hm... Top 5 Harry songs... Adore You, Matilda, Canyon Moon, Kiwi and Little Freak. Now leave me be. You're making my brain hurt."

Both men laugh as I reach back over to the table, grabbing my plate before leaning back against the couch and resuming to eat. We all eat, talk and drink until we finally decide to call it a night.

Niall and I, followed by Harry, Jeff, Mitch and Sarah slowly make our way out of the arena and make our hike to Niall's Range. Niall's holding tightly onto my hand as we walk with Harry walking on my other side and everyone else trailing behind us.

When we get close enough, I see a few cars still in the parking lot and there is a group of people crowded around the car closest to Niall's car. As we get closer, I can faintly see a familiar face.

That's not... Is it?

I stop for a minute, Niall raising his brow at me as I pull my phone out of my back pocket. I pull open a contact and hit call, listening as it begins to ring.

"Em, what-"

I hold my finger up to Niall, silently asking for a minute as I hold the phone between my cheek my shoulder and I hear a voice come through.

"Hey-"

"Emily Marie, where are you right now?"

"What? I just got out of a concert, why?"

"Turn your head towards the arena. Don't question it, just do it."

I hear her scoff on the other end but the head in front of me turns and I can't help but smile.

"Bitch! Is that your hoe ass I see with all those people."

I chuckle.

"Get your ass over here and find out."

I hang up the phone and the figure, now clear that it's Emily, begins to run towards us, the group she was with following behind. I let go of Nialls hand and hold my arms open as Emily hits me like a bullet train and I can't help but laugh.

We hug for a minute before pulling away and then I finally remembered. Niall. I turn to him and the others with a blush and then I see other people approaching: David, Emily's husband, Clifford, and one of my best friends, Brandon.

"Oh um Niall, guys, these are a few of my coworkers. This is Emily and her husband David, Cliff and Brandon."

All of a sudden I hear a gasp come from Brandon.

"So what? You don't tell me that you're seeing someone, let alone that it's Niall Horan? What gives Em?! I thought you loved me!"

Niall throws his head back in a laugh and I blush as I walk into his arms before he wraps his arms around me in a hug.

"I told Tatum... But if I had told you, you would've blabbed to everyone. And I didn't tell anyone his full name, the only ones that knew were Jen, Aleks and Zach."

Brandon dramatically gasps again and places a hand over his chest.

"You told my husband?! Oh come on!"

We all laugh and Niall squeezes me in his arms before he kisses my head.

"How could I not, Brandon? Not only are you a blabber mouth, but you're like One Direction coo coo! Worse than Megan or even me!"

He scoffs and folds his arms.

"Am not-"

I slightly turn to him with a flat expression.

"Brandon. You dragged me to see Don't Worry Darling with you six times. Six. All because Michael wouldn't go with you."

Harry's eyes widen and Brandon blushes.

"I mean... It was a good movie!...Fuck Em, I hate you so much right now."

I snort and shake my head. Niall lets me go with a smile and I walk over to Brandon, giving him a side hug and patting his back.

"Whatever you say, Brandy. Whatever you say."

He pouts and I laugh at his reaction. I give Cliff, Emily and David and Brandon one more hug before waving them goodbye. They all head to their cars in separate directions and Niall and I head to the Range.

Harry gives Niall a hug and I turn and see Sarah, who has a big smile on her face. I return her smile and I give her a hug.

"Mitch and I will have t' come see you at a con when we can get away from Mr. Busy."

I laugh and shake my head.

"Yeah, just let me know! I'm constantly updating my socials about any appearances and they're always on my site! Message me if you're going and we'll get coffee or something!"

She nods with a smile and we hug before she and Mitch walk off and Harry approaches me with a smile. He holds his arm open for a hug and I smile. I walk into his arms and he pulls me in a tight hug, making me laugh as I return his hug.

"Thank you so much for comin' , Emily. It really was great t' meet you."

"Me too, Harry. It really was a great show and you are even nicer then I ever thought. Oh! And happy birthday again!"

He laughs, thanking me as he squeezes me tight before I pull away. I wave goodbye and get in Niall's car. I sigh in the seat before reaching for my seatbelt and clicking it on.

Niall gets in, a smile plastered on his face. He leans over, placing a finger under my chin before he pulls me into a kiss. I smile, leaning into the kiss. As always, his kiss leaves me breathless as he pulls away, leaving a smile in place of my lips.

I giggle and shake my head, before resting my elbow on the center console with my hand resting on my cheek.

"Hmm what was that for?"

He flashes me a smile before he turns his attention to starting the car and looking in his rear view mirror as begins to reverse the car.

"Nothin'. Can't I kiss my girlfriend?"

I guffaw and fold my arms.

"That was totally more than just 'wanting to kiss your girlfriend' Niall. That wasn't just a peck."

I see his smile widen from the corner of my eye and we laugh as he drives. After about 10 minutes, we reach our hotel. Niall parks the car and we get out, grabbing our bags before heading inside the fancy hotel.

We check in with the concierge, and as soon as Niall is handed the key, he takes my hand and drags me to the closest elevator as we laugh. The elevator pauses a few times before we get off and Niall then leads me to a door. He unlocks it and walks in, holding the door open for me.

I giggle, shaking my head as I follow him into the luxurious room.

We put our bags against the dresser and we back into the bed, collapsing onto the bed. I close my eyes and let out a content sigh, only opening them when I feel someone hovering over me. Niall is laying on his side, resting his cheek in his palm as he looks at me with a wide smile.

"You look like you've got some evil thoughts stirring up in that brain of yours, what is it?"

He chuckles and shakes his head, leaning in a little closer.

"How tired are ya, right now?"

I purse my lips before shrugging a little.

"Why? Did you have something else planned for tonight? It's kind of late..."

He smirks and leans in, this time, placing a small kiss to my lips before wrapping his free arm around my waist, pulling me up onto my side to face him.

"Let's go swimming. I'm in the mood for a late night swim."

My eyes widen and my mouth drops a little.

"Niall- it's almost midnight! And- and I don't have a swimsuit-"

He pecks my lips again and squeezes my waist before pulling away.

"It's fine. C' mon, please?"

He puffs out his bottom lip and gives me his puppy dogs eyes, making me sigh.

"So what, you want me to go swimming in my panties?"

He smirks and nods. I groan and throw my head back. I bite my lip, thinking for a moment before giving in and sighing.

"F-fine!"

He grins and squeezes my hip before pecking my lips.

"Thank you, Petal. I promise, it'll be fun!"

I blush and nod before rolling on to my back and sitting up. Niall raises a brow and I giggle as I stand up, walking to the bathroom. I walk in and close the door behind me. I hear feet shuffling and approach the door as I begin to pull off my shirt before kicking off my shoes.

"Petal, what are ya doin'?"

I blush as I shout to the door as I push down and step out of my pants.

"Um.. Undressing? What did you think I would be doing?"

He chuckles and I hear him lean against the door. I grab a spare robe off the hook on the door and open the door a crack, thrusting my arm through the crack.

"Here. Strip down and put this on. I'll be out in just a minute."

He chuckles and takes the robe from my hand and I bring my hand back in before closing the door. I put on my own robe and tie it to my waist. I then bend down, picking up my clothing and my shoes before turning around and opening the door.

I walk out and sneak over to my bag before kneeling down and opening it. I pull out my sandals and stuff my clothes in, and just as I stand up, a pair of arms wraps around my waist, causing my soul to leave my body as I jump in surprise. Niall laughs as his arms tighten around me and I blush.

He kisses my cheek then nuzzles his chin into my collarbone.

"Are ya ready, Em?"

I bite my lip and nod my head. He squeezes my waist and lets out a sigh as he lets me go, instead grabbing my hand. He grabs the keycard off the dresser and then we head for the door, closing it quietly behind us.

We head down the hall quietly to the elevator as we try our best to hold back our giggles. We manage to make it to the pool without being noticed, despite our giggling. We walk inside the indoor pool area, closing the door quietly.

Niall lets go of my hand, walks over to a nearby shelf and grabs a few towels before walking over to a nearby lounge chair. He takes off his robe and lays it on the chair before he turns to me. I walk over to his with a blush present on my cheeks, biting my lip.

"Ya gonna get in with me?"

I nod, not looking at him.

"Y-you get in first though."

He chuckles and nods. He slips off his sandals, walks to the edge of the pool and sits down before he slides himself right in. He then turns to me and beckons me with his hand.

"C'mon, Petal! The waters fine! I promise!"

I sigh and nod.

"But close your eyes! Don't open them until I say!"

He chuckles and nods, shutting his eyes. I take a deep breath before slipping off my flip flops and I untie the robe, starting to remove it before coming to a stop. I shout to Niall, though my back is facing him.

"You're not peeking right?"

I hear his laugh echo.

"I promise! Now hurry up!"

I bite my lip, removing my robe and setting it down on the lounge chair before turning around to face the pool. Niall's eyes remain closed as I make my way to the steps and quickly step in, wincing at the cold. I wade my way over to Niall, submerging myself in the pool before I finally reach him.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now."

Niall opens his eyes and smiles before he wraps his arms around my waist. He lifts me up a little so I wrap my legs around his waist, a blush present on my cheeks.

"Yer so cute Em, I swear."

I giggle and scoop a little water in my hand, playfully splashing him. We start laugh and splash each other more until his lips find their way on mine. My lips move in sync against his, and I get so lost in him that I don't notice wrapping my arms around his neck.

He pulls me in closer as he kisses me, one hand still holding on to me as the other begins to roam my body. He grasps my breast,slightly pinching my nipple underneath the thin fabric. I gasp and moan into the kiss, causing him to pinch a little harder.

His hand makes its way down my body as he bites my lip and slips his tongue in my mouth. I pant and his fingers start to play with the hem of my panties, his fingers caressing my bare skin underneath. Just as he starts to pull them down, we hear a commotion, causing the both of us to jump.

Niall puts me down and we look up to see the same concierge from before, his face bright red.

"Mr. Horan! Finally! Please vacate the pool! It closed at 10 o'clock! It is currently one thirty!"

We both blush and nod. He hums and stomps off as we start to get out. With our faces bright red, we grab our towels and slip on our robes and shoes, heading back to our hotel room. As soon as we're in the safety of our room, we both burst out laughing.

"I think we should probably shower. We need to wash the chlorine off our bodies and our um... underwear."

He nods and nods his head towards the bathroom.

"Together? It'd probably be faster so we can both get t' bed."

"But Niall-"

He smiles and kisses my cheek.

"I know Petal. We can stay in our underwear. That should be enough. Just like a swimsuit, right?"

I blush and nod, biting my lip.

"Great. Let's get some clean clothes t' lay out fer when we're done. I'll change in the room though, s' ya can change in the bathroom."

I let out a sigh of relief and nod, moving towards my bag. I pull out a clean pair of underwear and my nightdress before standing back up, holding onto my clothes.Niall enters the bathroom and I enter behind him, closing the door behind the both of us.

Niall takes off his robe, hanging it up before he turns and pushes open the door to the large shower. He enters it, turning it on and adjusting the temperature as I remove my robe, hanging it up and placing my clean clothes on the nearby bench.

Niall gets it to a good temperature and then holds his hand out to me, so I take it, stepping into the steamy shower. He closes the door and pulls me close.

"Water okay, Em? Not too hot or too cold?"

I shake my head with a smile.

"It's perfect. It feels great."

I walk under the shower head and I start to rinse myself off when I'm stopping by Niall wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. He holds me tight against his chest and my cheeks flush.

"Niall-"

He turns me around so I'm facing him and my hands rest on his naked chest. I bite my lip but I look him in the eyes to see a serious expression on his face.

"I want t' make ya feel good, Petal. I would've in the pool but obviously we were-"

Feel good? Like earlier? That was- that was hot. He means more though, right? He must. But I'm a virgin... I don't know if I told him...

I can't take it anymore and I burst out my thoughts.

"Niall, I'm a virgin..."

He smiles and pecks my lips.

"Thank ya fer tellin' me, Petal. I had assumed so but it means everything that ya felt you could tell me. Do you want me t' make ya feel good?"

I can only blush and bite my lip, but I nod.

I do want that... But I'm terrified... Am I really ready for that? What-

"Em-. Petal! Emily-"

I'm cut from my thoughts by the sound of Niall's voice.

"Huh?"

He sighs with a relieved smile.

"Em, if this is freakin' ya out we can wait-"

"N-no! I want to! I'm just- I'm scared..."

He squeezes my waist with a smile.

"That's okay, Petal. We'll go slow, I promise. Nothing too big tonight. Tell me what ya want me t' do okay? It's all up to you."

He pecks my cheek and I blush.

"I liked what you were doing in the pool... Were you- Were you going to touch me d-down there?"

He smiles and nods.

"You want me to Em? It's what you want. I just want t' make my girl feel good."

I blush and bite my lip before looking into his eyes.

"What... What would you do?"

He smiles and pulls me into a hot kiss. I melt into his touch as he pulls me into him, though his hands find the hem of my panties for the second time today. He pulls away from the kiss, leaving me a panting mess.

"Can these come off, Petal? Or do you want them t' stay on?"

I blush, biting my lip as I think.

"Would you still... Would I still feel good if they stayed on?"

He smiles and nods.

"Whatever yer comfortable with, Em. That's all that matters. Do ya trust me, Petal?"

I nod and he smiles. His hand begins to creep down and his fingers begin to lightly mingle over my folds. He removes his other hand from my ass and instead placed it on the small of my back to hold me upright.

He starts to lightly press on me and I can't help but let out a small squeak, causing him to laugh.

"N-Niall... please. Do- something!"

He chuckles and shakes his head and that's when I start to feel it. He finger begins to poke at my hole. I grip his arm and he kisses my cheek in response.

"Shhh, it's okay Em. Just relax. 'M right here, you're gonna feel so good, Petal."

He begins to insert his finger and I bit my lip. Once he's in all the way, he begins to pull it in and out, making my toes curl.

"Niall- More! I-it's good!"

He kisses my lips softly and begins to tease my hole with a second finger. He then slowly pushes both of them in and stops, letting me adjust to the new sensation. He kisses my shoulder and traces kisses up to my neck and ge starts to suck and nibble at my sensitive skin.

I gasp and tense up, overstimulated with all the new sensations. Niall curls his fingers inside of me, making a 'come hither' motion with them. He then starts to slowly thrust his fingers in and out of my cunt, progressively speeding up as I moan and lean into his touch.

"Yer doin' so good fer me, Em. Just relax, I'm gonna take care o' ya."

I do as he says, leaning into him completely with my head on his shoulder as he continues to thrust his fingers inside my sensitive cunt. My stomach is filled with butterflies and at that moment, I feel as if I'm going to burst.

"N-Niall! I t-think I'm-!"

He thrusts his fingers even faster as he presses on my cunt with his thumb, pushing me to the edge.

"Niall!"

I moan, throwing my head back into his shoulder, my toes curling as I pant.

"That's it, Em. Let go fer me. 'M right here, Petal."

He sucks on my neck as I come undone, leaving me a panting, shaking mess before him. Niall removes his hand from my panties, quickly rinsing his hand off under the now cold water from the shower before he turns me around so I face him.

He pecks my lips with a smile and we stand under the shower head in comfortable silence. I lay my head back on his shoulder and Niall moves his hand to my hair, carefully removing my pony tail so I can rinse my hair.

We finish rinsing off, albeit quickly as the water was ice cold, and Niall turns the shower off.

He kisses my forehead before he opens the shower door, grabbing 2 nearby towels. He wraps one around his waist before he wraps one around my shoulders and I grabs the edges of the towel, pulling it close and tight. He steps out, grabbing the bath mat and laying it down before he turns to me.

"Ya feelin' okay, Em? I know that was a lot on ya..."

I nod my head and smile. I wrap my towel around my body properly and fasten it, holding it together before stepping closer to Niall. He smiles as I wrap my arms around his neck and he leans down, meeting my lips in a kiss.

"I'm perfect. Though my legs are still shaking a little. That was... definitely amazing."

He chuckles and squeezes my waist before letting me go and I pull my arms away. He walks out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him so he can change. I quickly remove my towel and change into my fresh change of clothes, setting aside my wet underwear to put in a bag later. I blow dry my hair and brush my teeth and that's when I notice my neck. I am completely covered in hickeys.

"Niall Horan, I am going to get you! My neck is not a buffet!"

He lets out a loud laugh through the door and I roll my eyes.

"Are you decent? I'm about done in here."

I hear him chuckle and shout a faint 'yes' through the door. I put my wet clothes in a plastic bag, leaving an extra for Niall on the counter, before opening the door and coming into the room. Niall is laying on the large bed, his back against the headboard. He turns his head to face me and shoots me a smile. I drop my clothes by my bag before getting on the bed, curling up next to him. He wraps his arms around my shoulders and pulls me into him, leaning down and pecking the top of my head.

"Bathroom is all yours, I left a plastic bag on the counter for you for your wet clothes so you don't get everything else in your bag wet."

We squeezes my shoulder before he lets go and sits up, moving off of the bed and walking around the bed to the bathroom.

"My girl! So considerate! I didn't even think to do that!"

I giggle and shake my head before pulling the covers back and getting under them. Niall finishes brushing teeth and takes the bag off the counter before turning off the light and coming back in to the bedroom. He puts his wet clothes in the bag and then comes back over to the bed, pulling back the covers before getting in.

We lay down and Niall turns out the light. I turn my back to the wall and Niall wraps his arms around me waist, pulling me into his arms. He kisses my shoulder and squeezes my waist as I hum in his embrace.

"Night, Petal. Sweet dreams."

I smile and cuddle into his embrace.

"Sweet dreams, Niall."

I close my eyes, falling asleep to the soft sounds of Niall's snores.

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I wake up the next morning and I stretch a little, only to find something hard poking against my backside.

What in the hell?

I try to turn around when Niall tightens his arms around my waist. I sigh, reluctantly deciding to wake him up.I turn my head towards him to make sure he can hear me and I see his eyes begin to squint as he wakes up. He opens his eyes and smiles as he sees me.

He loosens his grip around my waist, so I turn to face him with my hands resting on his bare chest. He pulls me into a steamy kiss and I can't help but moan. He tightens his grip around my waist, pulling me closer, and that's when I feel it again.

I push against his chest and he pulls away with a pout.

"Hey! You normally love my-"

I shake my head and pull away from him more.

"I do but there's something poking me-"

His face pales and he looks down, biting his lip. I furrow my brows in confusion but look down as well and that's when I see it.

Oh. That's... what that was. Wow.

There is a small tent forming in his shorts and I can't help but blush as well. We both look back up but Niall doesn't look at me.

"Um.. I'll just get up and uh- take care of this..."

He sits up to get out of bed and before I can think, I grab his hand and pull him back down. We're both blushing madly but nonetheless, I wrap my arms around his neck and he finally looks me in the eyes.

"Hold on. You're fine, Niall. Let's just talk about this. I mean I know I'm inexperienced with the touching and all that but I understand. And we should be able to talk about this. Do you want to tell me what made you hard?"

I blush more as the words leave my mouth but I look right into his eyes. He bites his lip though but he nods.

"I had uh- a dream. And... You were there.. We were back in the pool... And i dunno, one thing let to another and I just..."

I shoot him a small reassuring smile.

"It made you hard."

He blushes more and nods. He wraps his arms around my waist and sits up, pulling me up with him.

"I know we've never talked about it and I really didn't mean for last night to go that far-"

I quickly lean in and peck his lips, interrupting him.

"Last night was amazing. I wanted that. With you. And I want to repay you for last night."

His mouth gapes and he shakes his head.

"Emily, no. I don't wanna rush ya and-"

"Niall, please. I want to do this. I mean, you'll have to talk me through it a little bit so I don't hurt you, but I really want to do this. And it was bound to happen at some point! At least I hoped so-"

He cuts me off by pulling me into a kiss.

"Have I ever told ya how amazing I think ya are?"

I giggle and shrug.

"You can remind me how much after we're done."

Before he can respond, I scoot back out of his lap and onto the bed. I'm on me knees and Niall scoots up to the headboard, placing a pillow behind his back so he's comfortable.

I bite my lip, a little nervous, but I push myself, reminding myself to go slow. I start by taking my hand and gently palming the growing bulge in his shorts. Niall starts breathing a little heaving but I look up and see him biting his lip, so I continue.

I rub on his bulge a little bit when a hand stops me.

"Petal... Please. I-it's startin' to hurt. Need ya t-to do more."

I nod and grab the waist band of his shorts and his boxers, pulling them down all the way. I hand them to Niall, a blush visible on my face as he throws them somewhere in the room. Niall motions me over with his hand, so i scooch up closer to him. He takes my hand in his and guides me over to his pulsing cock.

"W-wow Ni.. Y-you're so big."

He chuckles and blushes.

"Well thank ya, Petal. That's a good thing, I hope."

I blush and nod.

"Okay Em, how much do ya know?"

I give him a shrug.

"Um I guess a little. Moving my hand up and down and playing with the tip, guys like that from what I've heard."

He nods with a smile.

"I want ya to spit on yer hand fer me, 'kay? It'll feel better that way. Then you can start."

I nod, doing as he says and taking my hand, placing it onto his cock. Niall hisses instantly and I look at him in panic. He sees my panic and his expression softens.

"I'm okay, Em. Just a bit sensitive, it'll get better. Just keep goin'."

I nod reluctantly and I start to move my hand up and down slowly. I gradually start to speed up, even rubbing his tip a little with my thumb. Niall quietly pants but he gasps when i suddenly stop.

"Em-"

I look him straight in the eyes, a serious expression plastered on my face.

"I-I want to do more.."

His eyes widen and his cheeks tint.

"Y-you mean-"

"You made me feel so good and I want to make sure you feel just as good."

He gives me a soft smile and he nods.

"Alright then. I want ya t' spit on my cock now. Can ya do that, baby?"

I blush furiously but I nod. I lean down and spit right onto his cock. I look back up at him and he nods reassuringly.

"Go ahead, Petal. Start slow, don't push yerself."

I start by slowly licking his tip. Niall lets out a breathy moan and he places his hand on top of my head.

"T-that's good, Petal. Now slowly, take m' cock into yer mouth. Just a bit, 'kay? Then, ya can slowly take more. But remember to breathe, Em."

I nod and take his tip all the way in my mouth. I start to suck and his breath hitches. I take that as a sign and i take him further in my mouth. I start to move up and down and he grabs my ponytail as he groans.

"F-fuck Em, just like that baby, yer doin' so good."

I take more of his cock down my throat, deciding to push myself by taking his all the way in my mouth. The second his cock hits the back of my throat, I start to gag a bit but i push through. Niall pulls me up though, and when i turn to look at him, I see worry in his eyes. I shake my head, push back down all the way and I start to suck again.

"Fuck, Petal! Yer doin' amazing! Just like that! 'M close!

He grips my ponytail again as I move up and down on his cock, speeding up as he continues to groan.

"Fuck! I-I'm g-gonna come, Petal! Ya g-gotta tell me where ya want me t' come."

Fuck I want to taste him so bad.

I speed up even more, sucking harder as Niall groans.

"Em, i-if ya don't stop I-I'm gonna!"

I turn slightly, staring into his eyes and I give him a small nod as i continue to suck on his cock. He throws his head back and grips my ponytail harder as I continue to suck on his cock. A second later, Niall groans and throws his head back as he comes, shooting his hot cum down my throat. I suck on his cock a few more times before pulling off of him and sitting up.

Before I can do anything else, Niall grabs my hand and pulls me into a hot kiss, wrapping his arms around my waist. I sigh into his kiss as our lips move in sync, albeit a bit messy. We pull away for air and I have to try and catch my breath as Niall lets out a breathy laugh. I rest my forehead against his as he holds me tight.

"You are.. the most incredible woman I have ever met."

I snort and pinch his side, making him laugh.

"I bet you say that to every girl that sucks your dick."

He laughs again, shaking his head.

"Would ya stop? I'm tryin' to be sincere! Besides, you were my first in a long while. But it was even better knowing it was you, Em."

I blush and open my mouth to say something when I'm interrupted by Niall's phone ringing.

'And if you don't love me now (You don't love me now)

You will never love me again

I can still hear you sayin'

You would never break the chain'

Niall groans and reaches over to the nightstand and grabs his phone. His eyes widen and he looks a little panicked as he answers.

"Shit Harry, 'm so sorry! Didn't see the time!"

I hear muffles through the phone and Niall scoffs.

"Get yer damn mind outta the gutter, Harold! We'll be there in a bit!"

I roll off of Niall, causing him to put as I get off the bed and head over to my bag, pulling out some clean clothes as Niall talks on the phone.

"Shut up, I'm goin! See you in a bit!"

He hangs up and sighs, throwing his head up against the headboard. I leave my clean clothes on the edge of the bed before sauntering over to Niall. He smirks and hold his arms out to me. I sit on his now covered lap and he takes me in his arms.

"I guess i forgot t' mention. Harry said he wanted t' go golfing today. Would that be okay with ya?"

I smile and nod.

"Yeah, that sounds fun! You'll have to teach me though. The last time i played golf, it was mini golf like eons ago and I wouldn't really count that."

He smirks and nods.

"I'd love to teach ya. It'll show everyone around us that yer mine."

I giggle and shake my head.

"I don't think you'll have to worry about that, Niall. I could care less about anyone else."

He smiles and pecks my lips, making me smile. He pats my thigh and squeezes it.

"C'mon pretty girl, lets get dressed. Can't let mister impatient wait anymore."

I giggle and nod. I get up, grabbing my clothes and I quickly get changed in the bathroom. I finish and come back out to see Niall fully dressed and he turns to look at me.

He whistles and I blush. He walks over to me and pulls me into a hot kiss. I grab at his shirt and he pulls away, making me pout.

"Damn, I don't know if I want t' leave now. I gotta share ya and I can't have ya all to myself."

I giggle and peck his lips.

"You're telling me! You look hot as hell! How am I supposed to keep other girls away from you?"

Niall laughs and shakes his head. He pecks my lips but that quickly turns into another hot kiss. His hands begin to linger down my body until he finds my ass and he hesitantly grips it. I gasp and he takes the opportunity

He begins to pull the hem of my dress up as his phone goes off again. He pulls away from my lips, groaning in frustration.

"Goddamn it! Why did I tell him yes?"

I giggle and pat his chest.

"Let's pack up and get out of here so he stops calling."

He chuckles and nods. We quickly pack up the rest of our stuff and check out of the hotel. We load everything up in his car before getting in, and Niall quickly starts the car, pulling out of the hotel parking lot.

He drives us to this lavish country club, holding my hand the whole time as he drives. He finds the closest spot and parks before he throws his head back on the seat, sighing. He turns to look at me and I squeeze his hand.

"You okay, Ni? You look a little bugged."

He nods and squeezes my hand.

" 'M fine, Petal. Let's just go before he calls."

I smile and nod, and I lean in, pecking his lips. He smiles and squeezes my hand one more time before he pulls away.

We get out and Niall opens the trunk, pulling out a set of golf clubs. I widen my eyes in surprise and he shrugs before letting out a small chuckle.

"What? 'M always prepared to golf. Now lets go get ya yer own set! We can rent some inside. I'd let ya use mine but I'm left handed and yer not..."

I chuckle and shake my head.

"No worries."

He smiles and slings his golf bag on his shoulder, taking my hand in the other and we walk inside to the main building. We check in and Niall rents a set of clubs for me, slinging it on his shoulder along with his own, despite any arguments I had. We head outside to the restaurant outside of the course and that's when we spot Harry.

We walk over to his table and he looks up from his phone, smiling when he spots us.

"Finally! There you are! I was worried I was gonna turn 30 before y' got here!"

We all laugh and Niall rolls his eyes as we sit down at the table.

"Sorry, Harold! We got distracted! I didn't see what time it was!"

Harry laughs and I blush, mentally sliding down my seat in embarrassment.

Yeah, sorry that was me...

" I dunno about you both, but 'm starving!"

Niall and I nod in agreement and we open our menus. Our waiter comes over and brings over coffee, taking our orders before walking off. Niall and Harry start talking as I poor cream and sugar in my coffee, taking a sit of the now semi- bitter beverage. Niall takes a hold of my knee from under the table, surprising me and causing me to jump a little in my seat.

Niall and Harry laugh, causing my face to turn beat red.

"You good there, babe?"

"Y-yeah I'm fine. What's up? I guess I zoned out a little."

Niall smiles and squeezes my knee.

"We were just talkin'. Since ya never played real golf before, we wanted t' know if ya wanted t' start at the driving range or if ya wanted to go on the course right away. But if ya did want t' start on the course, I'd help ya until ya got used to it."

I bite my lip and think for a minute.

"I mean I get the general point of it, so I guess the golf course is fine. And I feel better knowing you'll be there."

He smiles and takes my hand from under the table and laces his finger through mine, squeezing my hand. Our server comes back over, handing out our plates before walking away again. Niall lets my hand go and we all dig in to our breakfast. After I take a few bites of my pancakes, I feel Niall's hand on my knee again, but this time, his hand begins to trace up to my thigh. I look up at him and my face is beet red.

"Niall-!"

He laughs, moving his hand up more.

"What? I just want a bite of yer pancakes, Petal!"

"Nuh uh! You have your own! The last time I gave you a bite of something, you took a big bite and ate most of it!"

"C'mon, Em! Yours has chocolate chips in it! Just one bite! You can decide how much!"

He pouts, though his hand traces even further up my thigh until he reaches the very wet spot on my panties. I bite my lip and close my legs, trying to silently tell him to stop as I fork up a bit of pankcake and hold my fork up to his mouth.

He smiles and takes a bite, humming at the taste. His hand remains at my panties and he begins to rub on the wet spot with one finger. I bite back a moan and I lower my hand down, lightly smacking his hand, giving him a stern look. He chuckles and slowly pulls his hand away.

Harry sits there for a minute and he begins to laugh. Niall and I both raise an eyebrow at him and he shakes his head, his laugh dying down.

"Sorry, 's just been a while since I've seen Niall this happy and relaxed."

Niall smiles and pats Harry's back.

"I am mate, I really am. Happiest I've been in a while."

Harry smiles and pats Niall's back in return. We all finish our breakfast and decide to head on to the course. Harry excuses himself to go get a golf cart and the second he's gone, Niall's places his hand on my ass.

"Niall, will you quit it! You're making me-ugh! Just stop! Harry will literally be back in a minute!"

He leans down to my ear, biting it before whispering to me.

"Fine, later then. But yer drivin' me crazy, Petal. And we keep getting interrupted."

He moves away from me a little, a pout forming on his face as he does. I sigh and turn to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. Having gotten his attention, he wraps his arms around my waist and looks in to my eyes.

"I promise I will make it up to you later, okay? Just behave and no more grabbing until we're done. Then and only then, can you have at me."

He smirks and leans down.

"Could we... try somethin' new?"

I blush and nod, crossing my legs.

"We can talk more about this later but.. as long as it's not going all the way yet, we can try something new."

He nods and smiles, leaning in before pecking my lips.

"Course, Petal. We'll only do what you're comfortable with, ya know that. But I think yer gonna like what I've got in mind."

I blush and nod. He hugs me, squeezing me tight but pulls away when Harry honks the horn of the golf cart. We grab our golf bags and get in the cart with Niall sitting next to Harry and myself in the back. Harry drives us to the first hole and I can't help but stare in awe.

I've never actually been on a golf course when its green, only when the grass was pretty much dead, back home around the wintertime when they did the balloon glows. It's so... beautiful.

Harry tees off first and then Niall, then its my turn. Niall pulls a club from my bag and beckons me over. I slip on my glove and take the club from him. He then gets behind me, wrapping his arms around me and placing his hands on top of mine.

"Alright, Petal. Ya wanna get into yer proper stance like this, nice and comfy. When ya go t' swing, relax yer shoulders and let it flow through ya. Eyes on yer target, Petal."

I nod and I take a deep breath. With Niall still holding on to me, I line up my club with the ball, practicing my swing a few times before swinging all the way and the ball flies through the air.

Niall adjusts his hold one he and squeezes me tight before kissing my cheek.

"Well done, Petal! That was a beautiful swing!"

I blush and hug him back. He lets me go and takes my club from me while Harry comes over and gives me a high five.

"That was an amazing swing! Y' sure you've never played before?"

I giggle and nod.

"Only mini golf, when i was a mere fetus. I definitely would not count that."

He laughs and shakes his head.

We end up playing until sundown. Niall takes my clubs into the office, leaving Harry and I to chat for a few minutes. He stands next to me, his arms crossed but a smile is on his face.

"Y' know, I really don't think I've ever seen him this happy. It's nice t' see. I don't get to see him as often as I used to, so it's comforting t' know he's got someone that really cares about him."

I smile and nod.

"I really do care about him. Being with him... I don't know how to describe it honestly. I haven't been in many relationships and I know I'm still young but I can't stop smiling around him."

Harry smiles and nods, and so I keep going.

"Sue me if this is too cheesy, but with Niall? i don't think I've ever felt so safe... and so loved. Like I'd consider myself a bit of an introvert and I'd rather sleep than hang out with friends. I'm not the biggest fan of crowds either. But with Niall? I crave being around him, and I'd do anything for him, whether he asked me to or not... I've never felt like this before.Call me stupid... or even naive... but I think I'm really falling for him."

Harry smiles and unfolds his arms.

"That's comforting t' hear. I think you make a nice couple. I see him light up around you, and I've never seen him do that before. With anyone. So thank you f' makin' him so happy."

I give him a smile and just as I'm about to say something, Niall comes out from the rental area and he takes my hand.

"What were you two talkin' about just now?"

Harry and I smirk and I just shrug at Niall.

"Just about how weird we think you are. Nothing new, babe."

He smirks and starts to tickle my side, making me snort and struggle in his hold. He lets me go, chuckling and he grabs my hand again, swinging his bag on his opposite shoulder. We all head back to the parking lot, talking as we walk.

"Oh, hey I forgot Ni. We're having a Grammys watch party on Sunday. It starts at 3. Aleks said you're welcome to come if you want to."

Harry laughs a little and Niall smiles.

"I'd love to, Em. I'll definitely be there."

I smile and Harry playfully scoffs.

"What, I'm not invited too?"

I snort and shake my head.

"No, the Grammys is pretty much Aleks' reason to throw a party in honor of Lizzo. And you're nominated and performing so... I don't think you can be in two places at once. But if things were different, you'd definitely be invited."

We all chuckle and he nods. We exchange hugs and Harry gets into his car and with one last wave, he drives away. Niall puts his golf bag in the back and we get in. I buckle my seat belt and when I sit back up, Niall grabs my chin and pulls me into a hot kiss.

"Niall-"

"Need you, baby. I need ya so bad, it hurts. I dunno if I can wait anymore."

He whines, pulling at my dress and I can't help but frown.

"Okay. I'll make it better. But you have to get on the freeway first. Get on the freeway, turn on cruise control and I'll pull you out. But your eyes need to stay on the road. We don't want to get caught. Think you can do that?"

He groans and nods.

He starts the car and pulls out of the country club and gets onto the street. He gets onto the freeway and the second he's able to he turns on his cruise control. With one hand remaining on the wheel, he looks at me with a painful, pleading expression on his face. I reach over, unzipping his shorts before slowly pulling his cock out of his boxers. He hisses at the exposure but bites his lip, trying to keep his eyes on the road.

"Fuck. Petal, please."

I spit on my hand and I slowly start to play with his tip. He throws his back, his eyes closing as he groans.

"Niall, eyes on the road or I stop."

"Petal, yer teasin' me! 'Ts not nice..I need more!"

I smirk, continuing my slow work on his cock.

"You wanna talk about what's not nice? You teased me at breakfast in front of Harry. Touching me. I'm sensitive, I almost came right then and there. I know you think I'm innocent, maybe I am, but I can be mean too. When I want to."

I decide to ease up on my teasing, and I'm finally moving my hand up and down his cock in a steady rhythm. Niall groans, though he's finally listening as his eyes remain on the road.

"F-fuck, Em! Baby! I-Im gonna come!"

"Shh I know, Ni. I got you baby, hold on."

I unbuckle my seat belt before carefully leaning my head down, taking his cock into my mouth. All it takes is a few sucks and hes groaning, gripping my hair as he shoots ropes of his hot come in to my mouth. I swallow everything, moaning at the taste and the vibration making Niall moan. I pull off of him and put my seat belt back on, leaving him a panting mess.

"Fuck, babe. I... was not expecting that from you... But I hope to god it happens again."

I giggle as I reach over, tucking his cock back into his boxers before zipping his shorts up.

"Honestly, I'm a little surprised myself. But your right.. it was hot... I'm.."

He smirks, reaching a hand over and resting it in between my legs.

"My dirty girl. Yer place? I've got an extra change of clothes in m' bag."

I blush, pushing his hand and setting it right against the very wet spot of my panties.

"Y-yeah. I don't have to go in tomorrow either, w-we just have to be quiet."

He nods, his eyes remaining on the road, though his hand starts applying pressure to my clit. He gets off the freeway, continuing his movements as he pulls up to my house and parks behind Jenny's car on the street. I let out a moan, throwing my head back against the seat.

"Shh I know, baby, I know. Let's get ya inside. I promised ya we'd try somethin' new, didn't I?"

I nod, biting my lip as I try to hold back another moan. Niall removes his hand, unbuckling his seat belt before grabbing his keys and getting out. I unbuckle myself, slowly getting out as Niall grabs his bag from the back. He locks the car and I pull my keys out as we approach the front door. I unlock it, quietly stepping in with Niall following behind me. I close the door, locking it before taking Niall's hand as I start to lead him to my room, only stopping to turn around when I hear a voice.

"Zach is gonna kill you when he finds out you brought your boyfriend over, Em."

The voice belonged to Aleks, who's sitting at the kitchen island.

"Yeah, well, last time I checked, Jenny and I are paying rent and you guys pay for groceries and utilities. He can kiss my ass."

He chuckles as I walk away, leading Niall upstairs to my room. We walk into my room and Niall closing the door.

"I'm sorry it's a bit cluttered. No one really comes in here but me and I'm not exactly home much. I can take the light down if you-"

He drops his bag and pulls me into his arms, his lips quickly covering mine.

"It's perfect, Em. It was you written all over it."

I blush and he kisses my cheek.

"Y-You said you wanted to try something new? And it would make me feel really good..."

He nods and gestures to my bed.

"Lay down f' me, love. On yer back."

He lets me go and I nod. I slip off my shoes and lay on my bed, my head laying on my pillows. Niall slips off his shoes and socks before he gets on my bed on his hands and knees, towering above me.

"Alright, pretty girl. Ya know how you made me feel good touching and sucking on m' cock?"

I nod, my cheeks darkening.

"A-are you gonna do the same to me? S-suck on m-my um... my clit?"

He smiles and nods.

"Only if yer okay with it, Petal. Will you let me?"

I nod, squirming under his sultry gaze. He smiles and he starts to pull my dress up to my waist.

"Can I take the rest off, Petal?"

"J-just my dress right? Not my bra?"

He smiles and nods as I let out a sigh of relief before nodding myself.

He sits up a little and pulls the rest of my dress off, throwing it to a random corner in my room. He lifts me up slightly and pulls me all the way up, laying me slightly up against the headboard. He traces his hands down my body, stopping when he gets to the waistband of my panties. He looks at me one more time and I nod to him.

He pulls my panties down all the way, tossing them behind him somewhere. He scoots down and lifts my legs up onto his shoulders.

"My poor baby. Have ya been this wet all day, Petal?"

I nod and bite my lip.

"Since this morning. Before we left the hotel..."

He smiles and lowers his head down more, and his tongue meets my clit. breath hitches and I let out a moan at this new feeling.

"N-Niall!"

He begins to lick at my clit before submerging his entire mouth on to me. I writhe in pleasure and he pushes my legs off his shoulders, pushing my thighs into the bed. He beings to suck on my clit, though his tongue continues to move up and down against my sensitive folds.

"Fuck! Niall! God, please don't stop!"

"Sshh, Petal. Gotta keep quiet, remember? Be good fer me, baby."

He suckles on my clit and pushes his nose onto my folds, putting pressure on me.

"OH FUCK NI-"

He reaches up and slaps a hand on my mouth as he continues to suck on my clit.

"Petal, ya gotta keep it down. C'mon baby, you can do it. I'm gonna remove my hand now, 'kay?"

I nod and he pulls his hand away and resumes his attack on my clit.

"Baby, I-I'm close! I feel like I'm gonna b-burst!"

His hand finds my clit and before I can think, he enters a finger inside me as he continues to lap up my wetness.

"It's okay, Petal. Come fer me, I got ya."

I curl my toes and throw my head back, biting my lip before letting out a quiet moan.

"F-fuck... Niall... Shit..."

I come undone, and I melt at the sound of Niall sucking at my clit, moaning at the taste. He slurps up the last bit and pulls away, pulling me back down so my bead is back on the pillows. He gets up and grabs a tissue, cleaning me up before throwing away the tissue. All the while, I'm panting as if I just ran a marathon.

Niall crawls up to me and lays down next to me before taking my waist in his arms.

"How ya feelin', Em?"

I giggle, cuddling up to him.

"Pretty damn good. Do you think you could grab me a t-shirt and a new pair of panties though? Panties are middle drawer and the shirts are up in my closet."

He nods and kisses the top of my head before getting up. He pulls out a large t-shirt from my closet and gets a pair of panties from my dresser before he comes back over to the bed. He lays the clothes down in front of and he strips down to his boxers, tossing his clothes in my laundry hamper. I slip on my clean panties as well as my shirt, before reaching under my shirt, pulling off my bra and throwing it in my hamper across the room.

I throw my covers back and Niall turns out the light before getting into bed with me. He pulls me against his chest, his arms wrapped around my waist as we cuddle up close to one another. He pecks my cheek and rests his head on my shoulder before whispering in my ear.

"G'night, Petal. Sweet dreams."

"Night Niall."

I open my mouth, so close to saying 'I love you', but I hold back, cuddling into him as I drift off to sleep.

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