#Zayn Malik blurb

[daaydreamy]

day four - degradation kink | kinktober

summary: y/n punishes zayn.

warnings: coarse language, smut, masturbation (f receiving)

pairing: zayn malik x fem!reader

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“Please.”

Zayn knew begging was no use, but the word please just kept slipping out. Please, baby, please, I’ll be good from now on, I promise was what he’d say and Y/N would only ignore him and whine and moan as she pleasured herself right in front of him. She was showing him what he could have done if he was good, showing him everything he could’ve gotten if he had listened to her, degrading him all throughout it.

His wrists were tied to the arms of the chair he was sat in, preventing him from moving so much and touching himself. The chair was placed right in front of the bed, where she was on display for him, legs spread wide open for him to see what he had been begging for but couldn’t get. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her, no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t help himself. He knew it’d only make him more desperate the longer he’d watch but he just couldn’t stop.

“Stop begging, baby. You know it won’t work.”

“Please, just let me touch you.”

“Why would I do that, hm? Right after you’ve shown me that all you can do is think with your cock and nothing else?”

He gulped at that and felt himself get a little hot, unsure of why he liked what just went into his ears.

He wished he could just sink his teeth into the softness of her inner thighs and mark them up for her to see and feel the next more, wished he could taste her and make her come simply from his tongue, wished he could just touch her, to feel her warm skin against his.

“Please.” He said softly.

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[violetsandfluff]

One dark rainy night, you and Zayn were sitting on the couch, enjoying a movie and some snuggles when a high ringing began to sound. You looked at each other in confusion when the lights and TV shut off.

The room was eerily silent and the two of you grew uneasy quickly.

“Baby?” Your voice sounded loud and foreign to your ringing ears.

“Y/N?” He responded, shifting beside you. “Do you want to sit on my lap?”

Climbing wordlessly onto his lap, you rested your head against his chest and took a deep breath.

“Sleepy?” he asked and you nodded.

“I love when you hold me,” you whispered and he let out a soft breath.

“It makes you go to sleep.”

“Yeah,” the tenderness of his arms and his soft breath against the back of your neck were so lulling.

The storm went strong outside, but you were cozy and warm.

“Wanna go upstairs, Love?” he asked and you shook your head.

“I’m comfy,” you replied indignantly.

“Okay,” he chucked slightly. You fell asleep in his arms despite the storm as he rubbed your back.

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[ihopeimsomeonesstellasomeday]

Just a little thing from a prompt I saw on Pinterest a couple days ago. Hope you like it, this is obviously a work of fiction (not because vampires aren't real, it's because i made the dynamics and character traits up in my head)

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“Stop being a pussy and just describe it to me, for fuck’s sake.” 

The one with dark eyes said exasperatedly. He kept moving the wine glass in his hands in circular movements as if he was wine-tasting. They were sloshed. To put it lightly. There was a storm out and their social battery was long out so they decided to have a quiet night in with some quality wine and shitty music. 

And, yes.

Vampires do have social batteries. And they do run out. I mean, can you blame them? They have been around far more than you have so try to imagine how bored they are of people of all kinds. 

“I am not to sit here and serenade you tonight Zaynie. No matter what insults you throw my way.”

Harry said, fixing the bright pink feather boa around his neck. “But how am I supposed to remember something from five centuries ago, would you enlighten me?” A tired voice was heard from his side. Zayn turned into a little baby when he was drunk, that was no surprise to Harry, though it was still hard to manage. Harry, on the other hand, acquired the attention span of a puppy, in an intoxicated state. 

“For God’s sake, piercing raven eyes with some dark brown hair, a stubble over bone structure that would give a man a heart attack on first sight, delicate frame, a posture that would get in the heads of many and that is it.” The latter finished with an edge, a little breathless from his mini-monologue. “Paired with a fashion sense that makes me want to puke.”

“Hey!”

A whine erupted from beside Harry, a light smack landing on his right arm from where Zayn was sitting. “You would fuck me in a hearbeat and you know it.” Raven eyes continued with a self-assured smirk on his face. At least that is what it was supposed to look like but hey, it is hard to plaster the exact expression you want on your face when you are wine-drunk.

“I mean… We would fuck for hours probably with both our staminas. So, yeah.” Harry said with a slight quirk to his brows. Which was in vain because they both knew it was never going to happen. They had approximately three hundred years to do that and still. Nothing. So, that boat sailed a long time ago for the boys. Now, they had too much love for each other to just reduce it to sex. 

Though Harry had to admit, Zayn was gorgeous. Any creature of any kind could see that. With their eyes closed. “You tell me mine, now.” Harry demanded after a few seconds of acknowledgement after his last statement. A low hum was heard from the other boy, indicating he was thinking. He was examining the almost empty wine glass in his and after an intake of breath he chugged the last remnants. 

“Princess hair, doe green eyes, a mouth that seems to only be able to sport either a cocky smirk or a child’s laughter, cute nose, and i refuse to talk about your dimples because they annoy me. You know the rest of your body, so that is it.” It was funny how Zayn very religiously refused to acknowledge Harry’s dimples because it was the first thing he said to him. Like ever. 

It all happened when Zayn first saw him in church. Fourteen-year-old Harry was not much different from the twenty four-year-old Harry in ways because both were irresistible. One happened to flash his chubby cheeks and dimples to everyone and the other had a glint in his eyes whenever he wanted to have something. So yeah, semantics. Anyways, Zayn was quickly trying to get out of the church but he accidently made eye contact with Harry, who didn’t hesitate to flash his deeper-than-black-holes dimples to him and the rest was history. 

“You know, my dimples were the fir–”

“I know, I know. You don’t have to remind me every time!” Zayn interrupted with an eye roll, almost seemingly hurting himself from the looks of it from how far he rolled them. Harry, on the other hand, giggled at his best friend’s reaction. 

“I will do so until I give my last breath.” Harry argued with a dramatic pout on his cherry lips, fixing his boa so that it would stop trying to choke him when he leaned his back to the sofa and closed his eyes. 

“Shh now.” Came a voice that was followed by similar movements of getting comfortable on the sofa. They finished their second bottle and now was time for them to nap a little. Yes, they didn’t need to sleep, certainly not as much as humans did but it was still okay to indulge in the beauties of the mortal world sometimes. 

Sue them.

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[whitemancumslut]

WHEN BUSINESS IS DUE… (Z.M x H.S)

SUMMARY: In which Harry Styles is a wealthy CEO, Zayn Malik is a wealthy careless businessman, and Y/n is their princess.

CONTENT WARNING: MINORS DNI, drugs, sex, and… money.

an almost entirely smut series.

—ONE SHOTS—

GOOD, PRINCESS

Summary: Harry and Zayn take princess out to dinner. (4.0k)

Don’t Forget About Me

SUMMARY: In which Y/n feels her Daddy and Sir are working too much and will end up forgetting about her.

Patience Is.. and Always Will Be Key

SUMMARY: In which Y/n is needy and impatient.

SIR SCARES, DADDY COMFORTS

SUMMARY: Innocent Y/n accidentally causes a ruckus when trying to help her Sir Zayn. When things go wrong, Sir is outraged and takes his anger out on a Little Y/n.

SELF PLEASURE

SUMMARY: Daddy and Sir are working too much! No one to fulfill sweet Y/n’s needs but herself.

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[celestialhrry]

The Box (AU)

The one where Harry, CEO of the biggest company in town, is an avid member of The Box club in Soho, and he happens to get a private room with his favorite performer, Y/N.

WARNING: Contains unprotected sex, blowjob, face fucking, choking, spitting, slapping, hair pulling, semi-public sex, dirty talk, fingering, degradation, name calling such as slut, whore, and cumdump, LHH, dom!Harry, sub!Reader

Harry’s POV:

I watched as her perfect body floated across the stage, wearing the skimpiest lingerie I have ever seen, causing an immediate bulge to erupt in my boxers. She is so effortlessly good at what she does, keeping everyone on the edge of their seats, wanting more.

I know I can pull her for a private room, it’s just if she is willing to do it. So, I decide to shoot my shot tonight, and start with a bid of $15K. No one seems to top that. That’s what I figured would happen.

She gives me a look, her eyes full of lust and passion, as I give her that same look back, clicking my tongue on the roof of my mouth. She gets off the stage and steps toward me, going painfully slow, making me wait even longer to finally get my hands on her.

She finally reaches where I’m sat in the back of the club, sitting herself down on my lap with no warning, slowly starting to grind her hips against mine, causing me to buck my hips up and put a hand on her waist to stop her from starting something out here.

She turns herself around, landing her lips on mine in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, trailing down to my neck and leaving a mark right below my earlobe.

“Meet me in the room in 30 minutes. I expect to see you there. On time. Don’t be late, Styles.” She gives me a swift smirk before hoisting herself off of me in one swift motion and heads towards where the rooms are to do whatever it is she has to before our little evening of fun.

Oh it’s over for me.

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I knock on the door of the private room, waiting a couple seconds for a response from her.

“Come in.”

I practically knock the door off of its hinges with the amount of force I put into opening it as soon as she made one sound.

My eyes widen when I see her, sitting in a throne-like chair, wearing a red laced set, her bra making her tits look even more full than they did on that stage.

I walk towards the chair, circling around it, restraining myself from touching her. “Well, what do we have here? A little slut, waiting to be man handled like the filthy girl she is.” I chuckle lowly, a smirk creeping onto my lips.

“Open your mouth.” I say in a growly tone when I land in front of her. She obeys almost immediately, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out, looking up at me with puppy eyes. I grab her jaw with my hand, a bit of force to my grip, spitting in her mouth before forcing it closed with my hand. “Keep it there for me, pretty girl, yeah?” She nods her head, obeying all of my commands. “Good girl.” I say before turning around to get myself situated.

I frantically undo my belt, throwing it to the side, not caring where it lands. I unzip my pants and undo the button impatiently, kicking them off my ankles, before turning back around and pulling my boxers off just enough to expose my cock.

She takes her bottom lip into her mouth once she sees my length, starting to smile. “You like what you see, angel?” I stare into her eyes. She nods her head and tries to touch me but I push her hand away.

“Ah, gotta see if you were a good girl for me. Open that pretty mouth if yours, need to see if you kept me there.” She obeys, opening her mouth, allowing me to see both of our saliva pool on her tongue.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl for daddy, aren’t you?” I say, placing my lips on hers, forcing my tongue into her mouth, exploring her mouth, but not with too much force. She takes my tongue between her lips and gives it a gentle suck before continuing to kiss me.

Fuck. I’m so down bad.

She separates her lips from mine, trying to catch her breath. “Wanna make you feel good, daddy.” She looks up at me, taking my cock in her small hand and slowly starting to stroke it.

“Wanna give me a blowjob, pretty? Yeah? Want my cock in your pretty mouth?” She frantically nods her head, looking up at me with her puppy dog eyes.

I pick her up, taking her place in the chair before setting her gently down on her knees so that she’s eye level with my cock. She takes it in her hand, slowly stoking it up and down as she looks up at me, making eye contact.

She places a kiss to the pink tip, immediately causing me to throw my head back in pleasure. She places a few more pecks down my shaft before coming back up to take the tip in her mouth, gently sucking on it.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” I gather her hair into a ponytail with my fist and guide her mouth down my cock a bit further with each movement. She suddenly pulls off of me, and looks up at me with teary, red-rimmed eyes, a trail of spit dripping down her chin. I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight.

“Why’d you pull off, babylove? Was my cock too much for you?” I say in an enticing tone, almost sarcastically. “Want you to fuck my throat, daddy. Please. I’ll be good the rest of the night.” I smile deviously at her, so obedient and submissive. “Tap my leg 3 times if you need me to stop. Understood?” She nods her head head at me, letting me know that I can continue.

Without warning, I thrust my cock into her mouth, inching it slowly down her throat. She closes her eyes which causes a light slap to her cheek. “Look at me, baby. Eyes on me.”

She looks up at me as I thrust in and out of her pretty, little mouth, edging me closer and closer to cumming on the spot. But I can’t. She would think I was insane for cumming so fast, but she has no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.

I feel a few little taps on my leg, causing my movements to immediately stop as I pull out of her mouth, my mind immediately racing with thoughts. Did I do something wrong?

“What’s wrong, babylove? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? Fuck, I’m so so sorry if I hurt you. I could never forgive myself for hurting you, my baby.” I say, holding her face, one hand on either side.

“Want your fingers, daddy.” She looks up at me with a devilish grin, a sigh of relief and anger coming out at the same time. Relief because I know she’s okay. Anger because she stopped pleasuring me just to tell me she wanted my fingers.

“Angel, you don’t tell me to stop unless I’m hurting you or making you uncomfortable. Stopping me because you want my fingers in your pretty little cunt is unacceptable. Now, since you’ve been such a good little slut for me all night, I’m letting this happen. This is your one and only warning.” I say the last sentence with a bit of sharpness in my voice.

I see a couch against the wall and without question, I pick Y/N up and place her on the couch so her back is against the soft cushion but her legs are lifted off of the couch. I taunt her legs open, placing wet kisses on her inner thighs, dangerously close to her cunt.

I pull her pretty panties to the side, her cunt dripping with her own arousal, all pretty and pink. All for me.

“Such a pretty pussy you’ve got, love. Cant wait to get my cock in there but we’ve gotta open you up a little first, huh? Such a tight little thing.” I say, slowly rubbing at her clit, seeing her face contort with pleasure, small whimpers escaping her lips.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” She says breathily, almost coming out as a whimper instead of clear words.

“Yeah? You like when I play with your pretty pussy, don’t you, baby?” She nods her head frantically at my words as I move up to place a kiss to her lips, our teeth clashing with the force one another is putting into the kiss.

I pull away from her lips and without warning, slide my index finger into her cunt, causing an immediate moan to escape both of our lips. “Shit, you’re so tight.” I say, thrusting my finger in and out, seeing her arousal glisten on my finger before adding another one.

“You want my cock in your pussy, pretty girl? Want daddy’s cock in that pretty little cunt, dripping all because of me? Beg for it.” I say in a tone that causes her eyes to immediately go dark, a smile creeping up her lips.

“Please, daddy. Please fuck me. Need to feel your cock in my pussy. Make me feel so good. Please.” She says, a slight hoarseness to her voice, making it that much hotter.

My tip teases her slit every so often, causing gasps and whimpers of pleasure to escape her perfect mouth. “Already whimpering and I haven’t even put my cock in you angel. Such a desperate little whore.”

She flashes a smile at me, seeming a bit flustered as her cheeks turn pink. “Please? Can I please ride your cock?” She whimpers, causing a low groan to escape from my parted lips.

I immediately help her up and place myself down in the chair before helping her on top of me and making sure she’s comfortable. I glide the tip of my cock along her slit, causing moans and whimpers to escape her lips, making me realize how desperate she is.

“Please fuck me, Harry. Please.”

“Is that what you want, baby? My cock inside your tight, little pussy? Yeah?”

She nods her head profusely. That won’t cut it for me.

“Words, baby. Use your words.”

“Yes, daddy. Please fuck me.”

I guide my cock slowly into her tight pussy, causing loud moans of pleasure to escape her mouth, her nails digging into my chest, surely leaving a mark.

“Fuck, angel. You feel so good around me. So, so good. Just move whenever you’re ready, baby.”

She slowly starts to move up and down, gaining speed with each thrust. I throw my head back in pleasure, raspy groans and moans escaping my lips.

She moves her head out of my neck and places her lips on mine, starting a heated kiss, tongues immediately finding their way to each other. She pulls away and gives me a smug smile, biting her lip, a small chuckle escaping her lips.

“Shit, you’re so good, H. Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Let go, angel.”

She immediately goes limp, her legs shaking, having quite the orgasm. What a beautiful fucking sight that is.

Just when she thought we were done, I bend her over on the chair, her knees on the ground, and thrust my cock straight into her pussy.

“Fuck! Holy shit! That feels so good.”

“Yeah? You like that, baby? Does it hit your spot?”

“Fuck, yes it does. Feel you in my tummy, daddy.”

“That’s what I like to hear, babylove.”

I notice her legs start trembling again, me getting close to my high as well.

“Fuck, daddy. Please cum inside me. I want it all.”

“Shit. I’m gonna cum angel. You’re so good. So good.”

I feel my cock start to twitch inside of her, before I let go and cum right inside her pretty, little pussy.

“Daddy’s little cumdump, aren’t you?”

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[adoringhrry]

“Distracted?”

summary: In which Harry drags you to the gym and try as you might, you really don’t hate it as much as you let on.

“Do you want to come to the gym?” Harry jabbered, popping his head into the room where Y/n was sitting.

The room she was in, which was quite large for a tour bus, was like her sanctuary. The boys were the loudest people on Earth, she would reckon. Each of them had their own loudness to them that made Y/n wanna face-plant into a pillow.

Niall had his cute loud laugh. Liam would shout at the stupid X-box. Louis would be yelling at Niall trying to make him laugh. Zayn would be listening to his music too loudly. Harry, her wonderful boyfriend, was the worst of them all! He’d love to sit by her feet and tell her mind-numbing jokes while giggling like a maniac.

Harry’s laugh was beautiful, but sometimes when overstimulated it was like nails on chalkboard. So the adjacent room in the bus was almost reserved for her. Y/n could bring her current read in and not be bothered too much for a little while. Never longer than an hour. Like now.

“You know I can barely carry a milk jug, babe.” She joked with a grin. The book she held in her hands was forgotten, turning her head to meet his eyeline.

“I mean you just coming with me, y’know?” He asked, now stepping into the space while scratching the back of his neck. “You can bring the book if you want.”

Harry knew just how much you despised the gym and everything that comes with it, so you were grateful for the compromise he threw in. Harry also knew that it was impossible for you to say no to him for too long.

“If I come, you aren’t gonna ask me to take videos of you strutting on the running thing?” She asked, quirking a brow.

A triumphant grin stretched across Harry’s face. “Treadmill. Promise no strutting, even though you love it.”

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The gym wasn’t as horrible of an idea it had originally seemed. There weren’t any people there. All that was there was the workout equipment and the them.

Y/n book was forgotten about as she watched Harry. He was doing curls, that’s what she had thought he said. His chest was sweaty. The shirt he had adorned was abandoned in the corner of the room.

Gripping onto the book she watches as his muscles flex. Never in a million years did she think watching her boyfriend working out would be so attractive.

His arms were strained. He was gripping the bar with such a force it made a blush creep into her cheeks. His glistening tattoos were on perfect display.

It was sexy.

“How’s your book, Darlin’?” He strained, voice husky and worn out.

Quickly she picked her book up from her lap. She opened to a random page and pretended to just be paying attention. “It’s riveting.”

Harry smirked as he placed his equipment down. He walked over to her frame, towering over her. He leaned down to lend a kiss to her forehead.

It was only a second later when his lips were by her ear. She could smell his natrual smell. God, was it addicting.

“Your book’s upside down, by the way.”

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[kaiispost]

Hi 👋 I’m normally the one receiving the requests, I’ve never actually requested before but could I request a Gavi X Male Reader maybe?☺️

Pablo Gavi x male reader

Fc: Zayn Malik

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pov 2022 with Niall

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[the-man-in-the-suit-official]

A Flicker Of Hunger.

-Summary: Harry panics when the love isn’t as exciting as it used to be, an old friend makes his way to comfort you and something new blossoms.

A/N - UNEDITED. I grew frustrated with tumblr deleting this one. Rushed toward the end.

Reader Pronouns: She/Her

Length: Long

TW: Throwing up, Emotional breakdowns, Drinking, Minor drug use (Weed)

Celebrities: Harry Styles, Niall Horan

Song(s) To Listen To: Flicker - Niall Horan. Hunger - Harry Styles.

It’s not that Harry didn’t love you. Just…not like before. He was young, and if he were extremely honest - very, very scared. He felt his youth would be escaping himself soon and then maybe he wouldn’t be able to make changes to the world like he so desperately wanted.

It all started out quite lovely, really. You had loved the X-Factor, following it religiously, and it just so happens that you were there on the day of that fateful grouping of the boys. That’s how you met the sea-green eyed prince.

You had bumped into him on your way in to get seated, colliding with his scrawny back, “God, I’m so sorry-“

He turned around slowly, eyes landing on you, making you freeze, even more so when he smiled, revealing his dimples, “‘S no worry at all. Ya alright?”

He spoke slowly, softly, eyes half-lidded as you nodded before he bit his lip, “Erm, could ya help me? I’m lookin’ for this place here.”

He brought down a map to your level, pointing to backstage, “Oh! You’re a performer?”

“Yeah, actually,” He chuckled, “I’m quite nervous.”

His accent was thick and lovely, making you smile, “I’ll help you…”

You waited for him to finish the sentence, “Harry,” He replied, “Styles.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Styles.”

With that, you navigated him toward the camera crew, dropping him off there, “This is it.”

“Thank you,” He nodded toward you, “I never caught your name?”

“Ah,” You smiled, admiring the pretty boy, “Meet me again and I’ll tell you, yeah?”

“Challenge accepted,” He finished, “I hope to see you soon.”

“We’ll see. I’ll be watching out for you,” Truthfully, you wanted his number but were far too shy, “Just remember me when you’re famous.”

A time passed and you found yourself there again, a ticket to sit in the front seat, ultimately upset when Harry was pulled from the competition. Of course, he impressed everyone without much work - he was handsome, could sing and dance, and had just the right soft personality for the next big star, but it seemed then that maybe he just wasn’t enough.

You stumbled out of the auditorium, one of the last people to leave, waiting for your boyfriend at the entrance. Waiting outside the men’s bathrooms, one after another, the five boys you had watched on stage stumbled out.

Harry nearly bumped into you, “Oh, ‘m so sorry!” He exclaimed, a blonde colliding into his back. You recognized him as Niall Horan, another contestant.

“It’s okay. You got me back for what I did last time,” You giggled softly at the taller boy, admiring his politeness.

“Mystery girl!” He exclaimed, a wide smile on his face, “I’ve been looking for you. You came.”

“Of course I did. I’m sorry about not making it through,” You sighed, “I thought you were great.”

“Ah, ‘s alright,” He continued as his friends chatted among themselves, “Did I do good enough to earn your name? Perhaps your number?”

You smiled, “I’d say so. (Y/N),” You mocked his initial introduction, “(L/N).”

“Nice to formally meet you, (Y/N) (L/N).”

With some embarrassing flirting that caused the boys to leave and ended with your number on his hand, he turned to you as he was leaving, “Expect a call tonight.”

And he was true to his word. From then on, every night, there was a call. Sometimes from random numbers you had saved since then - Liam, Louis, Niall, Zain (or as he preferred, Zayn). And there began your friendship. It wasn’t long before friendship and business intertwined with the group picking up on your talent for writing lyrics.

It felt like a dream, to say the least. You were invited to parties now - to public events, press meetings, studio sessions, even sleepovers. Of course, you wouldn’t be here, bawling your eyes out if everything stayed perfect.

As your father always said:

Nostalgia is a dirty liar.

It was the little things at first. The way he tucked his hair behind his ear when he was nervous, the way he bounced his leg restlessly no matter where he was sitting, his oddly wide smile for someone so stoic, his love for cheesy romance movies, the way he always knew what to say, especially when he helped you through a rough break up.

Not long after did it take you to realize that there was something brewing, feeding the butterflies in your stomach that always came around when Harry was there.

So it hurt more when Harry began dating again, this time, a 31 year old. Someone more mature and full of experience. Someone who made you insecure.

On this particular night, he was out with her, and Niall had invited you over to spend time with his family who seemed to love you very much. The two of you sat in the cozy living room, watching as the fireplace tried desperately to warm the winter air. A cheesy horror movie happened to be on and Niall’s mop-headed dog sat comfortably between the two of you, resting his head on your lap and his tail on Niall’s.

Somehow, though, you couldn’t stop thinking about Harry.

“You should tell Hazza how you feel,” Niall suddenly said, noticing your distant demeanor, “I think you’d be surprised with the outcome.”

“What are you talking about?” You were quick to respond, prepared to defend yourself to death.

“(Y/N), lass, you can’t be serious,” He chuckled, shaking his head and turning to face you, his oversized Christmas sweater moving with him, “Everyone sees it.”

“Huh?” You faced him now, too, scared of what he was going to say.

“You threw up when you found out he was dating someone,” Niall said simply, a small smirk on his face as if to say ‘I got you there!’

“Whatever,” You groaned, knowing there was no way out of this, “Even so, what makes you think he’d feel the same way about me?”

Silence filled the room for a bit, excluding the crackling fire before he broke it abruptly, “I was going to ask you out.”

You turned red instantly, struggling to find the words.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” He cut you off, smiling, “We all wanted to.”

“Really?“ Bewilderment took you.

“Mhm,” The artificial blonde hummed, “But he refused. Was awfully protective of ya. Kept him up at night thinking about us askin’ you.”

You thought for a moment before he continued, “Anyway, you better get with him. We all made bets on it, MG.” He referenced your nickname - Mystery Girl, since Harry had refused to share your name with them for a while.

You blushed again, only this time out of embarrassment, “I hate you, Horan!”

Grabbing a couch pillow, you playfully smacked him with it, and before long it turned into a full-blown pillow fight.

Unsurprisingly, it took long before you ever did confess your feelings to Harry. It was long after he had released his debut album and had just won the hearts of so many girls and boys all over the world. The two of you were throwing a two-person party to celebrate its release and his growing from his latest ex who’s name you couldn’t even remember anymore.

The night had been spent in laughter, constant trips to the bathroom where you left the door open so you could puff and pass the joint and the bottle, and chatting about lives.

“Do you think that there’s a reason for all of this?” He slurred, laying on his back and staring at the ceiling.

“About what, Hazza?” You never let that nickname go.

“Like…life….like…” He sat up and faced you, leaning against his couch, copying your position, a little closer than he intended to be, “Like fo’ reasons…Like fo’ wearin’ mix-matched socks an’ everythin’.”

Both of you shit-faced and cross faded, you smiled at him doozily, a moment of silence filling the room. His eyes always swallowed you in, even when half-lidded and red.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” It came out smoothly, finally releasing tention you’d had for years.

Something washed over him too in that moment, like he’d been waiting his whole life to hear that from you and without much warning, the two of you crashed lips on each other, arms tangling into the other and the kiss growing more passionate with each waking minute.

That’s where it all started, really. Since then, you’d been dating for nearly two years and engaged for one, and at first things were wonderful - magnificent, even. Harry couldn’t keep himself off of you and vise versa. Every thought of his was about you, even while he was touring, even while girls threw bras and phones and even chicken nuggets at him to show their adoration.

But somewhere along the line, Harry noticed a halt. It was terrifying and the thought of being alone scared him. But he couldn’t look at you the same anymore. Your eyes slowly became less bright and beautiful, merging with everything else normal in his life.

It came to the point where the bed felt empty, even with you in it, and you had noticed this too. You were scared of the idea that your one and only Hazza would leave you, because truly, without him, what would you be? You’d lose everything - hope, your best friend, happiness, the house.

So you just went to bed facing his opposite direction, arms crossed tightly to your chest as he hogged the blanket.

‘Maybe he just bit off more than he could chew with me,’ You thought, staring at the blank wall in front of you, afraid of crying.

How did something so wonderful suddenly break apart?

Before, it was like your natural instinct was to love Harry, you didn’t even have to do anything and the two of you were all over each other. Now, though, he hadn’t even tried to touch you in weeks. Two weeks - 13 days to be exact, you’d counted.

You knew it was coming. But it felt different when it actually happened, especially when it was on his birthday.

“I don’t think this is what’s best for us,” He suddenly said over dinner, eating the pescatarian option you had made for him.

“What do you mean?” You gulped, hands suddenly sweaty.

“Do you feel the same about me like you did three years ago?” He avoided the question, looking at you in the eyes.

“Of course, H. I’ll always love you, I know that much,” Eyebrows furrowed in worry, “What’s wrong, Hazza?”

“I…” Harry darted his eyes toward the floor, “I don’t think I feel that way anymore.”

Your heart froze, making it delicate as ever, “I’m very proud of you for telling me. We’ll work through it, okay? How about couple’s thera-“

“I don’t think I want to try anymore, (Y/N),” Another sudden comment.

And suddenly all those years started to disappear.

“Harry, we’re engaged.”

He winced slightly, hating when you didn’t call him a nickname you’d given him, but composed himself soon after, “Were.”

You can feel the anxiety brewing and your stomach feels like a war zone, knowing you’ll vomit soon.

This can’t be real.

“I was thinking we could figure it out slowly,” He continues, keeping his calm demeanor, “You don’t have to leave now.”

Please don’t let it be real.

“You can leave whenever we figure it out and-“

“Why?” Was all you could muster, your throat itching with the pain of needles pricking at it.

Smoothly, he sighed, “I jus’ don’t feel in love anymore. I don’t want to waste either of our time.”

The singer tried his best to let you down easy, “You’re always gonna be my best friend first, (Y/N). I’ve known you since I was 16, but now I’m thinking that maybe…Maybe what we had was timed. It’s just not the same.”

A small nod, not being able to even speak anymore, you stuttered out, “I know. I’ve seen it and I just was so afraid of losing you - I…”

You took a deep breath in, “I need to use the restroom.”

He didn’t do much to stop you, only calling out to you before you slammed the door to the bathroom shut and spilled the dinner you were having into the toilet, hot tears and snot running down your face.

You hated yourself for letting it get this far. For even thinking that you had a chance with Harry.

The door creaked open to reveal your now ex-lover, worried with his brows furrowed, “Let me-“

He reached for your hair to pull it out of the way, but you scooted away. You didn’t want him to touch you - you were scared you’d fall more in love than you already were.

“Please,” he begged, “Let me just do this once.”

You could never say no to those eyes. Scooting back, you felt his hands in your hair, his other soothing your back. It would have been endearing, really, but it only made you throw up more, thinking if the life you’d be leaving behind - the life that he was erasing.

You insisted you leave that night, taking a suitcase and essentials.

“(Y/N). Stay,” It was almost a beg, but you shook your head, “Where will you even stay if not here?”

“I’ll find somewhere. I just…I don’t want to be here right now,” You sighed, running a hand through your hair.

With some convincing, Harry let you go. He placed his hands on your arms tightly, giving you a small kiss on the cheek, “I’ll see you soon.”

“Yeah,” You replied, looking to the floor, “See you soon.”

And that was the first day of you downfall.

The media caught on soon after, about three weeks after, bombarding you on social media with all kinds of questions.

You sat in your temporary apartment, taking a swig of some liquor you couldn’t even remember the name of before a familiar name popped up on your screen.

NIALLER: (Y/N), holy shit, are you okay?

Truthfully, it had been so long since you’d spoken to someone who was practically a stranger but used to be one of your best friends.

Soon after, he called you and you answered reluctantly, “Hello?” He asked, his voice suddenly bringing you to tears.

“(Y/N)? MG, are you alright?” You sobbed louder, sniffing and slurring your next words.

“Mmm alright, Ny.”

“You’re drunk, aren’t ya?” He sighed, ultimately feeling like he was the one that got you into this mess, “Send me your address. I’m comin’ over.”

“No, no,” You groan, rolling over on your stomach, “Niall, please, I’m fine.”

“(Y/N),” He started again, causing you to protest for a good five minutes before he sighed.

“(Y/N)-“ He began, never really getting to finish what he said.

“Niall, if everyone sees us, what if they make assumptions and I’m just slandered again and I’m really fine I couldn’t care less and-“

“Let me drink with you,” You stopped in your tracks at his offer, “I’ll bring pizza over, yeah?”

The promise of pizza made you cave, and you gave him your address in a heartbeat.

“I’ll be there in 30. Hang in there,” The phone hung up after, leaving you staring at the wall for five more minutes before your blood ran cold.

Fuck.

Niall would be there in 25.

You ran all over the house, petrified, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Throwing some dirty clothes in your laundry room, locking it, you looked everything down before hopping into the shower.

The shower couldn’t have been long, but the bell rang just as you hopped out. Panic set in your bones, “Be there in a minute, Ny!”

You slipped on an oversized sweater, one that actually did belong to Harry and placed some shorts under it, rushing to the door.

With beer and pizza in his hand, he smiled worriedly and more so when you sobbed, hugging him tightly while he did his best to with things in his hands.

“I missed you so much,” By now, it was an ugly cry, missing the warmth of a friend.

You’d isolated yourself this entire time and everyone gave you space which was great, but you craved warmth and love. Taking his sent in, you sighed and wiped your nose with the long sweater.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Thank you for agreeing at pizza,” He teased and finally stepped in, “I’m sorry about everything, darlin’.”

“Ah, it’s whatever,” You led him to the couch where he placed the pizza box on the coffee table.

“It’s not. I hate him for that,” Running a hand through his hair, he smiled at you, “We’ll forget about it just for tonight, okay?”

You nodded, biting your lip to hold your tears in.

The topic of Harry came up a couple of times, especially with the more beers you drank, but it never hurt your mind now. Niall didn’t smoke at all, but wasn’t opposed when you pulled out a bedazzled dab pen and hit it a few times.

He was always a heavyweight, and you weren’t at all surprised when you were off your ass and he just laughed at you.

The night consisted of dancing to old music you hadn’t heard in forever, weird food combinations, trying to outdo each other at gymnastics, and even making fun of Harry.

The playlist had just changed from Usher, causing your dancing to stop as a slow song began to play. As if on instinct, the two of you pulled each other close and danced.

Sighing heavily after your last giggle, you leaned on his dress shirt, his scent making you at peace as you swayed to the music, “Thank you, Ny.”

“It’s no problem, (Y/N).”

You don’t expect much when you look up at the Irish man, but upon your eyes meeting, your heart flutters a bit. You assume it’s the alcohol and shake your head internally. His eyes are just as fixed on you as yours are on him.

“(Y/N)…” He breathes, the name rolling off his tongue like it was the only thing it was made to do.

A best passes, and you partially prepare yourself for his lips to land on yours, but he closed his eyes and smiles to himself before looking back at you, “It’s late. Y’should sleep, darlin’.”

You protest but it ends in a yawn, making him smirk at you in the same way he did way back then.

“Let’s go, sleepyhead, I got cha,” Niall wraps his arms around your waist, supporting you.

He helped you sink into the bed, putting a bucket beside it for the morning before grabbing his keys and pulling the covers over you.

The clock read 2:48 AM and while you knew Niall wasn’t very drunk, you but your lip and asked, “Please don’t leave.”

It was more of a beg, but it didn���t matter anyway. He nodded, “Sure, (Y/N).”

Your eyes are even more half lidded, snuggled under the blankets before realizing something. Without much thought, you slip your sweater off, revealing your black bra underneath, making Niall snap his body in the opposite direction.

You giggled, a mix of THC and alcohol in your veins, “It’s okay, Ny. I trust you. Here.”

He turned slowly, his eyes avoiding your chest, “What’ll you wear?”

Your eyes scan the dresser before they lead up his chest and you notice his collarbone sticking out, “Can I…wear that?”

He takes it from your hand with a nod, “Of course.”

It’s a soft, dark brown dress shirt that somehow feels like the most comfortable thing in the world. Niall faced away from you and unbuttoned his shirt slowly, revealing his bare back to you. You can’t help but stare at his shoulder blades, the dip in his back or the small freckles on his pale skin.

With his eyes closed, he handed you the shirt and pulled on the sweater, sliding out of his pants into his boxers, “Tell me when ya ready.”

You took off your bra and shoved it under the bed, placing the long shirt on you and buttoning it up until five down from the collar, revealing a bit of your chest. You didn’t care, though, you were far too lazy.

“Ready.”

For a moment, it seemed as if Niall froze too, eyes fixated on your skin under his shirt, innocently giant on your small form.

You had a way of making him blush.

He did his best to hide it, sliding into bed with you and putting pillows in between you to divide the bed, something you’d done as teens, too.

“Thank you, Ny.”

“It’s no problem, (Y/N),” Silence filled the air for a minute, “(Y/N)?”

But you had already fallen asleep.

The next morning, you awoke with your head elevating slowly before coming back down, fingers in your hair. You felt at home there, on his chest as he snored happily.

Your head hurt terribly, but you’d grown used to it these couple of days. Not wanting to wake Niall, you slithered out of his arms and made you way toward the kitchen. Your arm had almost reached for the ice coffee, but there was a whole jug of orange juice with a stick note on it.

(Y/N). Orange juice is best for a hangover. Trust me, I know.

;) Nialler

You smiled softly to yourself and poured yourself a cup, drinking it slowly before going out to get your mail. There wasn’t anything important, but it was a simple task, and the only thing that you could still muster to do.

“MG, awake already?” Niall’s voice rang through the house, setting foot in the kitchen afterward.

You giggled, “It’s 2PM, Niall.”

With a chuckle, he stretched, “Ya feelin’ okay?”

“Mhm, actually. I think I needed that.” Putting the paper aside, you turn to him, “We need to catch up. When are you free?”

He tilted his head to the side, pondering his schedule before he smiled again, something you noticed he did often, “For you, whenever.”

His phone rang shortly after, cueing his time to leave.

“That’s my manager. He wants me to check out this new studio, though I’m supposed to be visiting my cousins here,” He rolled his eyes, shaking his head, “I’ll catch up with you, okay? I’ll text ya.”

“Ny, don’t you want your shirt back?” You asked quietly, not really wanting to give it back.

“It’s yours,” He took a step toward you, “Looks better on ya than me.”

Softly, he placed a kiss on your cheek and exited. You could have sworn you’d never felt anything so soft.

You were in the shower when the media first started to suspect it. Your friend Lila texted you an image of an article with the message, “(Y/N), I think you’ve broke the internet.” There, in big bold letters:

HARRY/(Y/N) SPLIT UPDATE: (Y/N) Seen In Mystery Man’s Shirt

As luck would have it, a few days later you’d see an article talking about Harry’s sweater Niall was seen wearing out that same day.

Well…

It wasn’t long until he was coming over nightly. Weekly meetings turned into daily, turned into overnight meetings.

Truthfully, there’d always been a spark there. Despite the curly-haired man dumping you a month prior, the moment you rekindled with Niall, you noticed something - a rare spark in the rain.

Each meeting ended in his kissing you on the cheek and finally waving goodbye.

It didn’t take long for you to realize that you were head over heels for this man. You remembered that exact moment. Around a year had passed since the breakup and it only hurt occasionally, especially when the press pestered you or you saw news about Harry.

Niall had invited you to a show he was doing near your apartment, offering up a front row seat and dinner at his hotel after.

Using it as an excuse to doll yourself up, you agreed and slipped on your favorite outfit before being escorted and driven by someone of Niall’s staff.

He was a tall man, kind of scary, if you were honest, but he was sweet and apparently a family man, going on and on about his husband and son.

By the time the concert came around, you’d already taken several pictures with fans, though many actually seemed to be in favor of you attending the concert, one even ranting about something that sounded an awful lot like the mixing of your name.

When you asked about it, she pulled up multiple accounts on Instagram, all dedicated to your history and pass times with Niall. You blushed, insisting that the two of you were just really good friends, knowing that they were the last people you’d probably want to know.

Screams erupted when the music for Flicker started, a song you’d always been fond of. It made Niall giggle sheepishly before thanking the crowd.

“Actually,” His voice echoed through the venue, “This song means a lot to me. Tonight I’m performing it for someone special.”

Screams came once more, and the girl who had showed you the accounts squealed, insisting that the song was in fact for you.

She eventually left you alone when another girl began talking to her and pulled her away from you (thankfully).

It was a soft and gentle song. As he kept singing, your skin produced goosebumps, the crowd swaying with his emotion. His eyes closed, his voice fondled every word carefully, you watched in awe.

Your mouth stood slightly agape, heart fluttering when his eyes opened and he looked directly at you. A gentle stare, full of longing and love. Of a history.

You knew the next line and mouthed it carefully, “Still a flicker of hope that you first gave to me that I wanna keep…Please don’t leave, please don’t leave.”

He closed his baby blues again, a soft smile on his face, obviously proud of him as he felt all the butterflies in his stomach find their way out of his body.

You’d slipped backstage after the show, finding Niall with ease and wiping sweat off his forehead.

“Niall!” You exclaimed, “That was wonderful!”

Running toward him, he wrapped his arms around you and spun you around, “I’m so glad ya liked it, darlin’.”

“I loved it!” You stared up at him with doe eyes, “And, um…Thank you for that song.”

You kissed his cheek subtly, causing him to turn red, though if you asked him about it, he’d say it was just hot and he had preformed for a little over two hours.

He bit his lip, obviously holding something back before his look softened, “Of course.”

You’d learn soon after what he meant to say, at dinner he had spoken, making you freeze in place.

“Flicker was written about you,” He suddenly said, reminding you of his habit of speaking abruptly.

You took your eyes from the view on the tall building and looked at him, “Huh?”

It was almost breathless, watching his baby blues avoid you, “It was written about you.“

Your heart melts itself right into your hand right at that moment, feeling the urge to go and just hold him.

“I want to be with you, (Y/N). Always have.”

Emotions run through you like things you’ve never felt before. You’re scared, excited, happy, sad, angry at the fact that you’ve been missing out on someone who was so sweet, who smelt of rain and sandalwood and the musk of someone so kind to the Earth.

Your lips finally manage to push out, “It’s like I’ve been waiting to hear that my whole life.”

Niall cupped your face, bringing it closer to him, not struggling against the small table. When your lips finally meet, it’s not anything like before at all. This kiss is different.

It’s not exciting in a way that makes you feel sick. It’s comfortable and kind and reassuring and safe.

Outside the huge window to the left of you, in the rain there’s a flash. Paparazzi.

“Oops.” Niall chuckles, pulling apart before turning his attention toward you again, resting his forehead on yours.

You met Harry again during an after party. He stood against the wall next to the bar of the venue, chewing on his lip. You hadn’t seen him at first, but then you locked eyes.

Trying to avoid him, you turned, only to feel his hand on your shoulder, “(Y/N)…Wait…”

You faced him with a fake smile, “Hey, H.”

He smiled back, feeling his tension release itself, “How have you been?”

“Great, really,” Taking a sip of your drink, you continued, “Finally learned how to drive.”

You lied, wanting him to think you were better off without him.

“Oh,” He glanced over at Niall who was talking to two guys, “So…him?”

You nodded, “Yup. That’s my boyfriend.”

Rocking on the heels of your feet, you looked down, “Camille seems nice, too.”

He shook his head, getting straight to the point, “I miss you.”

You but your lip, “Harry, that’s a lie…I know that. You told me yourself.”

He held your hand, placing it over his heart, “I mean this, love. I’ve been so empty without you.”

Your cheeks flushed red before you snapped out of it, “Harry, you have a girlfriend. Please…I can’t do this…Not to Niall or Camille or even myself. I’ve spent so much time crying over you.”

He felt pressure on his temples.

How often did you cry yourself to sleep because of him?

You made a hasty exit, joining your boyfriend, his arms wrapping around you as you snuggled into them, glancing at Harry every once in a while.

Harry found out later through magazines that you still didn’t know how to drive. Niall drove you everywhere and you were alright with it. Under any circumstance, he’d think it was cute, but now his veins went icy, knowing you’d lied.

When you realized it was love, it was different.

You were in a private booth, supporting your boyfriend of now a year when he called a fan out during Slow Hands.

The fan was carried up the stage, being revealed as a young girl, maybe around eight. She whispered into Niall’s ear, rocking shyly before he smiled down at her and mouthed, “We’ll do it together.”

With their hands connected, he danced gently with the kid, letting her finish verses here and there, goofy smiles on each of their faces.

You could have swore your heart stopped then, watching as he handed her back to her mom and made sure she was okay.

When he got off of the stage that time, you awaited in his dressing room, locking the unsuspecting Niall in with you before he noticed.

“So you’ve been here,” He smiled, unbuttoning his shirt a bit to let himself cool off.

Slyly, you made your way toward him without a word, tracing his collarbones with your nails, “I love you.”

It was the first time you’d said it, afraid of an attachment bringing you down, but you’d replied with ‘Me too’s and ‘I want to spend the rest of my life with you’s.

He froze simply, always being over affectionate, though it was something you loved.

“I love you.”

You kissed him passionately, your tongue dancing with his, backing him up into a counter.

Needing breath, you pulled away and replied, “I think we should have kids.”

A smile found its way to his lips before he hoisted you on the counter of the vanity, kissing you passionately with one goal in mind - to start a family.

Your shirt had found it’s way to the floor, your hands fixed on unbuttoning your boyfriend’s shirt before the door creaked open and something fell to the floor. Jumping up and pulling Niall toward you in an attempt to cover yourself, you squeaked. Niall giggled giddily, drunk on you before he noticed your pupils shrink, your body run cold, eyes fixated on the person behind him.

Harry. It was Harry.

Niall moved quicker than you’d ever seen him, wrapping you in a blanket you’d brought there earlier, turning back to his old friend.

“Erm, maybe I should just go…” Harry glanced down at the flowers he’d dropped, “I just came to congratulate you…You know…for your new album coming soon, and all.”

“No, no,” Niall smiled softly at his friend, “Look, just give (Y/N) a second here, alright? Let’s go outside.”

“Right. Sorry, MG.”

And with a kiss on your forehead, Niall was gone.

Niall had never seen Harry so distraught. As soon as the door closed, Harry’s eyes became red and watery.

“Ah…” Niall sighed, crossing his arms, knowing what was coming, “You didn’t come here for me, hm?”

With guilt, Harry’s head shook, “I…”

“I still love her.”

His voice quivered and he struggled to compose himself.

“Harry…” Niall was sympathetic, eyebrows dipped in worry, “You broke up with her, mate.”

“I was stupid, I know. I was just- I wasn’t used to not having that hunger that we had when we started, it scared me, I thought that I was wasting youth and, and-“

Running a hand through his hair, the shorter tapped his foot, “Jeez, Haz…”

“You know that’s normal, right? It just means you’ve never loved anyone before her. Love comes in phases. Honeymoon, or in this case, ‘hunger,’ is first, it lasts for a while. It’s when you can’t stop thinking about this person. Everything comes back to them. But it doesn’t last.”

Harry listened intently, biting his nails, “Then comes the Settling Down stage. You begin to notice small things that irk you, differences you hadn’t noticed. It scares you. After that is the Disappointment phase. The differences seem bigger than they are. You get scared. Maybe it doesn’t feel like love, but it is just as much as the hunger. That’s where you gave up, Harry.”

Fiddling with his rings, Harry avoided eye contact as if it were a disease, “If you’d continued, you would have seen that it is love. You’d accept it and it would feel normal. That’s the Comfortable stage. The Unconditional Love stage is last. That’s when you know what you’re in for. That’s when you last forever, mate.”

“Seems like you’re going through them all alone.”

Harry bit his lip, “Please.”

“Huh?” Niall puzzled.

“Please let me have another chance, Niall. I know it’s selfish but…I need her.”

Closing his eyes, the older of the two sighed a long breath, whispering so (Y/N) wouldn’t hear, “Harry…I’m proposing to her tomorrow. She just told me she wants us to have kids.”

He didn’t feel the tears run down his face until they dropped down to his hands. He made the biggest mistake of his life.

“Look, Harry, I have to go, but keep in touch, okay? And try to make things right with (N/N). She doesn’t deserve this.”

Swiftly, he left, leaving Harry to himself.

Niall found you soon after, sitting in the couch and scrolling through your phone aimlessly, trying to get your ex out of your mind. In his arms, you forgot everything.

You’d find yourself pregnant in the upcoming months, the pregnancy going over well before it happened.

You sat in bed, caressing your overgrown belly, carrying the six month old fetus, as your phone beeped.

LILA: (Y/N). Look at this.

Attached was a link, a throwaway YouTube account, and there, in big, bold letters.

Leaked Harry Styles Song - Hunger

You couldn’t help but listen to it, finding your eyes swell with tears.

Niall was gone for the time being, doing interviews, leaving you alone. Wallowing in the past.

“I lost my taste for the good in us,” His voice was so raw, painful, noting everything from the hunger to the lying.

And he was sorry.

You sniffed, beginning to sob wildly. The mix of unbalanced hormones made the nostalgia hit harder, and for just a moment, you thought, ‘What if he means it? What if everything turns out okay and you can be just like before?’

Blindly, you dialed his number without much thinking, knowing that by now, he’d have found out of the leak of the personal song. You could tell that it was never meant to be shared, and yet, through tears, you wanted to let him know how much it meant.

“Hello?” He answered, his voice hopeful and it sounded like he’d been crying, too.

But all you could do was press the red button to hang up, anxiety getting the best of you.

Just what were you supposed to do now?

You cried into your hands, not knowing what was right anymore.

On one hand, you had an amazing fiancé, a baby, and an upcoming wedding. A picture-perfect life.

But on the other, the prince of your dreams was there, ready to sweep you away, countless adventures under his belt, ready to show you everything, the risky sides, the passion.

Had you made a mistake?

No, Harry had.

Or maybe, if you love something and set it free, only to have it come back, then maybe it was meant to be?

“Fuck,” You hiccuped, remembering the lyrics as you rested your head against the headboard, eyes closed, “Fuck.”

Maybe now, you thought, just a flicker of hunger for that life remained in your heart.

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[loversipod]

⋆⁺₊⋆Niall AU Masterlist ⋆⁺₊⋆

☇ 𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑡𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑐, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑐

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[daaydreamy]

dom y/n, sub!h, and sub!z being punished

collars

summary: collars & leashes!

warnings: coarse language, use of collars and leashes

pairings: harry styles x fem!reader x zayn malik

•••

Y/N thinks this is the filthiest thing she had ever seen in her life.

At her feet, both Zayn and Harry were kneeling in front of her, patiently waiting for her to do something. Their hands were obediently behind their backs, not daring to touch themselves unless she told them too. They were completely at her mercy, willing to do anything she wanted ever since she put those black collars around their necks and attached a leash to them.

“Why are you being punished?” She asked Harry softly, tilting his chin up so he would be looking up at her.

“Was being bad.” He said, quietly, and too quietly for Y/N’s liking. She tugged at the leash, making him gulp.

“Was being bad.” He said louder, heat rising to his cheeks.

“Is that right?” She smiled, tilting Zayn’s chin up as well so they were both looking at her.

Y/N wanted to make them cry.

Zayn thinks he’s gonna pass out soon from how painfully hard he is. He had been hard the entire time, ever since she pushed him down onto his knees, and his cock was straining against the fabric of his pants. He had to hold back the urge to touch himself, using all of his self-control to.

“Do I not treat you two well enough? You’re always acting like such brats, acting like little whores.”

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[violetsandfluff]

You loved going on vacations with Zayn.

You went on the same trip every year and at about the same point each time, you would get too handsy to continue driving.

You would stop and get a hotel room for one night just to get all of the kisses and kinks at bay.

You would bite each other’s necks and lips and proudly display the marks the next day

You would play with each others’ hair until it was all tangled

You would go at it until you couldn’t keep your eyes open

And leave the clean-up for the morning.

Then you would get in the car and keep driving as if nothing had happened.

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[evanpeterscoffeemachine]

Something Sweet

I had two accounts here but then i decided tha i’ll use this one and ow writing what i wrote in the other account

Fanfiction : One Direction

Pairings : Harry x Zayn

Warnings : Fluff, implied stuff, touching

Mini imagine, massive blurb

Having a writer's block was something Harry never faced. It was his enemy. Something he absolutely despised. He had written so many songs based on his life - his unexplored sexuality, his thoughts on touch, love, girls, men and Louis. He just wanted the fans to see what Zayn meant to him.

Sitting in his office room, Harry thought of taking a break. A break. His room was right next to the kitchen in that shared apartment. There was a warm, salty vanilla-like smell that lured him straight into the kitchen.

And there he was. The Perfect Man. HIS Perfect Man, Zayn. He had gotten off the phone talking to Gigi about their daughter and parental duties. He was making those 'small mutton pastries' for his daughter.

Harry did not like Gigi. The way her family treated Zayn; if only they were lucky enough to see his side. He did like the little girl though. Maybe he thought he'll have one with Zayn or a mini guy Darcy but he did somehow.

He walked into the kitchen lazily and sat on one of the bar stools opposite perfection. Zayn had heard Harry's grunting while sitting on that stool and boy did it do something to him !

"What're ya makin' ?"

"Did you write anything for the new title track?"

"What're ya makin' Zayn ?"

"Samosas. Do you want one ?"

"Can I have you instead? "

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[celestialhrry]

It’ll Be Okay

The one where Y/N, Harry’s fiancée, has bipolar disorder, and no one can bring her out of her episodes other than him.

WARNING: There is going to be mentions/actions of alcohol abuse, drug use, outbursts of anger, sudden changes in mood and domestic violence in this story. Harry does smoke in this as well. If you are not comfortable with that, please do not continue reading.

Y/N’s POV:

I sat on the couch with the bottle of vodka in one hand, and a cigarette in the other, mascara and tear stains on my cheeks. The alcohol and drugs were the only two things that made me feel at peace in this moment. Serenity.

A sudden click of the lock causes me to immediately put out my cigarette and hide the bottle of vodka. I attempt to walk up to the door, my steps going every which way. When he walks in, his face immediately changes, the scent of the marijuana pungent on my clothes and in the house, the smell of alcohol fuming off my breath.

“Oh, Harry! Hello. How was work?” I say, my voice slurring with every word I speak. I lean into his chest, putting all of my weight into him, making him tumble back a couple of steps.

“Are you okay, honey? You’re having another episode, aren’t you? Let’s get you on the couch, okay?”

“No, I wanna go upstairs! Have a bit of fun, if you know what I mean.” I say, a smirk present in my face.

“Absolutely not. You legally cannot give consent if you’re under the influence, baby. Stay on the couch, okay? I’m gonna go get you a glass of water.”

“No, no water.”

“Yes, water. You need some in your system, love.” He leaves me on the couch with a kiss to my forehead to go get some water.

I sit patiently on the couch, and after deciding he was taking to long, I grab my lighter and another cigarette. After lighting it, I take a long drag and inhale the smoke for a couple of seconds before puffing it out, when Harry walks in.

“Baby, what did we talk about? No smoking inside, right? That’s for outside only, my love.” He takes the cigarette from your lips and puts it out in the ashtray next to the couch.

Suddenly, your mood changes drastically and you feel a tear slip down your cheek. Harry immediately notices and is by your side in an instant, god knows what he did with the glass of water in his hands. For all he knows, it means nothing to him right now.

“Baby love, what’s going on? You having another episode, pretty girl? You can talk to me.” He says, his voice softening at the quick change of your emotions.

“I-I was just thinking about my past. My dad. And how he used to hit me. And I was thinking about it and I just brought the thought into my head that maybe that would be you one day and my emotions got the better of me. I know you would never do that to me or anyone for that matter, but my emotions got a hold of me. I’m sorry.” Harry sits there in silence for a second, probably out of sheer shock that I would ever think he would do something even remotely close to lay a finger on someone without their verbal consent.

“Oh, baby, my love. I would never ever do such a thing to you. I know how much you despise your father and although I’ve never met him, I despise him as well. He ruined your life. No one deserves to go through that. Especially you, my angel.” He ever so softly pecks your cheek, being as gentle as possible with you, knowing you’re at your most vulnerable right now.

You fall further into his arms, seeking for a safe haven, which he was yours. He wraps his arms tightly around you, placing a few kisses on the top of your head.

“I know that smoking helps you calm down so if you want to go into the backyard and do that you can feel free, my love. I’ll even join you this time. Stressful day at work.” Harry says and your heart grows a little more for him. You really only smoke to calm your nerves, but it turned into more of an addiction now. Harry rarely ever joins you for a smoke, it’s not really his thing but when he feels anxious or stressed about something related to his career, he’ll join you.

“That would be amazing, baby. I love you.” You peck his lips and grab the box of cigarettes and lighter from the table next to the couch, grabbing his hand with your free one and leading him outside with you to the bench you have out there.

He sits down before you and you sit down, putting your legs over his. You hand him the box and he takes one out, lighting it before handing you the box and the lighter. You watch him blow the smoke out of the corner of his mouth before placing the cigarette in your mouth and lighting it.

You adjust your position, curling up against Harry’s side, him moving his arm above your head to take another puff of the cigarette.

“Thank you for always being here for me, H. It really does mean a lot to me. I love you.”

“Of course, baby. There’s no one I’d rather be with than you, lovie. I love you so much more.”

And he locks that in with a kiss to your lips.

-

Sorry for not posting since like August. School started and it’s my senior year so I’ve been super busy with college apps but I finished yesterday so I should be posting more. Love you guys so much!!!!

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[harrysfolklore]

love and tour - collab post

the amazing @watchmegetobsessed teamed up once again and we came up with this story for you ! READ THIS BLURB FIRST TO UNDERSTAND THIS STORY

we hope you like this <33

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

2010

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yourinstagram good luck harry on your x factor audition ! i know you don’t have instagram but i want to say that i’m proud of you and i believe in you <33

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username1 good luck harry !!

username2 holmes chapel comp believes in harry <3

username3 goooo harry!! :p

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xfactorupdates A new boy group was formed tonight with boys that didn’t make it to the next round. Their names are: Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Louis Tomlinson and Liam Payne

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username1 cuties ! i’m ready to support them

username2 that harry boy is so adorableee

yourinstagram i’m so proud of you harry !! good luck and congratulations boys <3

2013

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harrystyles Picture of Oberhausen! Thank you for having us Germany. Tschüss!

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onedirectionfan1 MY SHOOOW

onedirectionfan2 my favorite boys ever

niallhoran Yoooo!

onedirectionfan3 ❤️

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yourinstagram Soon 👑

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yourbestie CONGRATULATIONS ❤️

onedirectionupdates Harry liked this post !

1dfan1 OMGG WHY DID HARRY LIKE THIS

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yourinstagram Where are this likes coming from 😳

onedirectionupdates From what we gathered, she’s an old friend of Harry’s and they probably went to high school together

2014

2019

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harrystyles LIVE IN LONDON. DEC 19.

Link in Bio for details on ticket access.

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harryfan1 OMFGGGG

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harryfan2 I’LL BE THERE

harris_reed london boy

harryfan3 THIS IS SO EXCITING

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yourinstagram got a show today 🕺

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username1 gorgeous ! 💗

gemmastyles Can’t wait to see you ! It’s going to be just like old times ❤️

username2 cutieeee we need to catch up

yourbestie Tell me all the details once it’s done !!

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harryupdates “I have really special people with me tonight. My family is here, friends I haven’t seen in so long are here. I’m happy to have them around tonight.” - Harry in London tonight !

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harryfan1 AWEEEE

harryfan2 lovey boy

harryfan3 he was so happy his family and friends were there 🥺🥺

harryfan4 MY BABYYYY

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harryupdates Harry leaving the ONO afterparty tonight !

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harryfan1 HELLO???

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harryfan3 i have so many questions rn

harryfan4 EXPLAIN

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harrystyles FINE LINE LIVE IN LONDON.

DEC 19 2019.

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harryfan1 MY BABYYY

lizzobeeating 💗

harryfan2 best show ever i cried the entire time

yourinstagram ❤️

harryfan3 COME BACK

2020

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harrystyles DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME. Practice social distancing. Watermelon Sugar Video Out Now.

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harryfan1 BEST VIDEO EVER !!!

yourinstagram SUMMER ANTHEM !! 🧡

jefezoff 🙌🏻🙌🏻

harryfan2 this deserves to be a #1 hit

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yourinstagram quarantine diaries 🤍

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yourbestie i miss youuuuu so much

harryfan1 IS THAT HARRY??

annetwist ❤

harryfan2 yall are clowning that's not harry

↳ harryfan3 i know my man when i see him

↳ harryfan4 well he even liked this

2021

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harrystyles Love On Tour. Las Vegas, NV.

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harryfan1 HES FINALLY BACK

yourinstagram 🤩

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↳ harryfan4 huh harry liked this comment

 harryfan2 MY BABYYYY

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yourinstagram and so the adventure begins 🕺 💗on tour

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yourbestie YAY 🤩

annetwist Have fun !!

harryfan1 is this a crew member ?

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harryfan2 so harry knows how to use instagram

harryfan3 my question about who this girl is remain unanswered

TWITTER

//

2023

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yourinstagram 💗 ON TOUR, FOREVER.

when this tour started, harry and i were still brand new, this was a new world for me and one thing i was sure about is that i want to be by his side for every minute of it.

now that it’s coming to an end, i can’t help but feel incredible proud of the man that i get to call my fiancé and the one i’m going to spend the rest of my life with.

i love you, harry. i’m in constant awe of you and everything you do, thank you for letting me share every milestone with you.

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harrystyles Love On Tour. Reggio Emilia. July, 2023.

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