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less-doctor-current · 20 hours
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cowboylikebee · 3 months
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this was peak one direction fandom right here
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hexsdexs · 3 months
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No but MY roman empire is the fact that 16 year old harry styles moved in with a guy he just met (louis), and then because he was underage; made louis HIS LEGAL GUARDIAN??? Imagine all of a sudden this guy you just met is your new mom. Absolutely bonkers.
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harry-writings · 8 months
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Light My Love sneak peek to hold y’all over since I am sc*m 🤠
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He notices the way his eyes linger on every child he walks past and when he finally looks away, he has tears in his eyes. He notices how his stomach clenches and heart aches when he looks at two people happily in love, living in a moment he once did, as if they were ghosts of his past compelled to haunt him for his loss.
The last time he walked this strip, Y/n had her arm looped around his with the brightest smile on her face, occasionally laying her head against his shoulder and planting kisses mindlessly upon his cheek. He can’t explain how depressing it feels to walk this world without her now, this far away from her, after everything they’ve been through together.
The hurt only gets worse when he sees the bouquet of flowers on display in its very same place, screaming her name in just the same way they did the last time. And anything that calls to her calls to him, and he couldn’t imagine how much more guilty he’d feel if he left another part of her behind, even if it was just her ghost.
He brushes his fingers against the petals the same way she did.
“Where’s your special lady?” An unknown yet familiar voice questions.
Harry lifts his head up slowly.
“Excuse me?”
“The one you bought three of my bouquets for.” The vendor continues, to which Harry sulks even further where he stands. He isn’t ready to talk about her. He isn’t ready to accept the fact that they’re no longer together. “You know, you’re still the only lad that’s ever done that.”
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1d1195 · 2 years
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Made to be I
I moonlight as a teacher by day. I don’t have a choice, I’m sorry.
Warnings: sensitive topics included (toxic/borderline abusive relationship, sad, angsty poor student home life, etc.) This is gonna be a couple parts.
He had only known her for the better part of a couple months at most, and he was certain she was his soulmate in some form or another. Harry was certain that the love poems start to make sense when in love.
September/October
She was a history teacher in the room across the hall from Harry’s English class. They stood across from each other in between classes saying hi to their students and making each other smirk and laugh from across the way.
“Are you guys in love with each other?” One student asked Harry in the middle of class when she kindly brought and then left a coffee on his desk without a word. The students were reading a passage Harry had assigned while he wrote a few questions on the board. He gave her a small nod in thanks and grinned at her smiling face as she retreated across the hall. Harry chuckled at the student.
“No,” Harry shook his head with an eye roll. “And don’t go around saying that. If she gets in trouble, I will blame you,” he said knowingly.
But the boy wasn’t wrong necessarily. At least it wasn’t for lack of trying on Harry’s part. Because while they were not in love with each other, there was no way around the fact that he was in love with her. She looked so adorable every single day. The sweet girl admitted in passing that she had a shoe addiction and Harry certainly wasn’t interested in feet, but he made sure to note every pair of cute shoes that adorned her feet each day. He loved her floral outfits and bright colored blouses that made her rosy skin look like the finest porcelain even under the harsh fluorescent lights of the school. She was so graceful, it looked like she tiptoed around the school and certainly in her classroom while she bounced around the room helping her students memorize dates and people from the past.
She was made to be a teacher. Harry thought the only way she could look any better was if she wore a flower crown on her pretty head, but he was also certain if she did, he would lose it in the middle of the school hallway.
The pair had met the first day for teachers of the current school year. She was a new to the school, and this was going to be Harry’s third year in the building. Harry introduced himself when he saw her struggling to carry a heavy box and open her classroom door all at the same time. “Ooh, hey there,” he said gently and hurried to unlock her room. He shoved the door open and grabbed the box from her without asking. “You okay?” He asked sweetly setting it down on the empty table. She stretched her fingers and arms, cramped from holding the box in one position for so long.
“Oh, I’m fine,” she said softly. “Thank you,” she said. She knew she was staring a bit, confused that he was helping.
“M’Harry, I teach English across the way. You’re the new history teacher?” He asked her.
She stuck out her hand to shake his and offered her name. Harry wondered if she felt the electricity coursing through her hand as much as he did. She smiled so sweetly at him and nodded. She tried to remember how to speak. Harry was very attractive, and she was going to be across the hall from her the whole year? “History, yes...I’m...I’m pretty nervous. This is my third school in as many years...budget cuts and the like,” she explained. Harry nodded understandingly. It was a major issue in the education realm. He was lucky to keep his job here for so long, but also lucky that some of his peers had left the department after he arrived for one reason or another.
“You’ll be fine, and m’right across the way if y’need anything,” he said seriously. “We have a lot of teacher turnover, but I’ve been here three years and s’challenging at times, but I love it here and I think you’ll enjoy it.”
She took a deep breath. She sounded relieved. “Thanks, I appreciate it. I don’t really know anyone here, so thank you for the help,” she said softly.
“Course, love. Do you have anything else you’re bringing t’your room?” Harry asked.
“Um...nothing I can’t handle. Thank you, though,” her smile was gorgeous to say the least. Her teeth weren’t crooked, but her smile seemed to rise higher on the left of her face than the right. Her cheeks turned into tiny apples that made Harry want to kiss each of them, cup his hands around her face and stare into the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen all day long. He felt as if his heart turned to liquid, and he hoped he wasn’t drooling over her. She was lovely and he already adored her and would do anything to see that smile.
“Do you...” he didn’t want to make it obvious that he wanted to hang out with her some more, but he still wanted to be polite. “I have t’do a few things in my room, would you like a tour of the building? I can show you the ins and outs of the copy machine too. I’ve had m’fair share of battles with that monster.”
She giggled. “That would be really nice, thank you. I’m just going to set up a few things here but let me know when you want to do that.”
“Okay, great,” Harry could hardly contain his excitement. He felt like a literal kid in school meeting a new student and helping her out. “If...if you need help with anything in the meantime, just give me a shout, yeah?” He asked. “Seriously, no bother at all,” he said walking backwards out of her room with a grin and wave.
While Harry wrote the opening day activities on the board, he thought about how adorable she was, and he wondered all kinds of things about his new coworker, and he hoped he would get to discover them all. The smile on his mouth couldn’t be removed and he was suddenly more excited for the poetry unit he’d be teaching and imagined a few of his own love poems in his head, too.
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She didn’t elaborate much about her personal life. She had two younger sisters, her mom and dad separated when she was young. She was closer with her youngest sister but of course adored them both with all her heart. Harry still hadn’t figured out if she was single or not—it wasn’t his business. It was probably entirely inappropriate for him to have a crush on her, but he couldn’t help it. Not when she was effortlessly lovely and adorable. He thought about running his fingers through her hair, letting them get tangled at the back of her head. He imagined she tasted like sugar because she was just so sweet and how could he not believe that?
She was already working on her master’s degree and if she wasn’t a history teacher, she would want to be an accountant or a statistician. “Math?” Harry said wrinkling his nose at her while they shared their lunch time in her room.
“Statistics is very nearly an English class, Mr. Styles,” she rolled her eyes knowingly at him. “I fared much better in stats than I did in algebra.”
“Somehow I doubt it,” he chuckled.
“I had to work probably three times as hard in Algebra than I did Stats.”
He knew she was brilliant. She always downplayed it. But it was obvious. He saw it when she was afterschool with students helping them with other subjects because they liked her more than their actual teacher. She seemed to know everything and was always willing to help any student—even the ones she didn’t have in class.
“Did you always want to be a teacher?” Harry asked her while she rewrote the objectives on the board in her neat script.
Her cheeks burned at his assessment. She wasn’t embarrassed but she liked the idea that he thought about her. “Is it that obvious?” She smirked.
“Yes, but it’s...it’s perfect. It’s like you were made to be a teacher.”
“My mom said that,” she giggled cutely. “Tried teaching my baby sister to read fresh out the womb,” she snickered.
Harry smiled. “Well? Did you teach her to read?”
She paused her writing, tilted her head to the side and nodded slowly. “I had a hand in it, yeah,” she realized. “Never really thought about it.”
“A natural,” Harry said simply.
Harry shared his personal details as well. Mum, sister, always wanted to live in the states, fell in love with English. Went to a classroom to help a friend with a unit he had spent extensive research on over his second to last semester, fell in love again.
And he wanted to tell her that he fell in love with her too, but since she didn’t offer her love story, he thought it best he would keep his own to himself too.
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It was late October when Harry realized he was truly in love with her. And it wasn’t only because she was beautiful and intelligent. No in fact, he was almost certain it had nothing to do with either of those things (but he would tell Gemma later that night he was the luckiest man in the world to work across the hall from an angel). Instead, it was just her demeanor and her kindness that made his heart tap out this rhythm he had never heard before while his brain swam with thoughts of her.
A student was screaming from her room. Harry was on his break period, and he looked up from his computer to the room across the hall—his coworker glanced at the door as well and hearing nothing crazy out of sorts, continued on. But Harry was still on alert because he would probably strangle a student if she was harmed in anyway. He could hear her gentle voice murmuring as the student just yelled louder. Harry moved from his desk toward the hallway, he was ready to intervene if it escalated any further, but she managed to convince the student to step in the hall, so Harry stopped at his whiteboard and busied himself by rewriting the agenda, the date, the objectives on the board, and the like. Harry was happy to eavesdrop just in case.
“Hey,” she said softly when in the hall. “What’s the matter?” She asked.
Harry watched as the boy stared at his feet. “Why don’t you just send me out like every other teacher?” He snapped.
“Well, this is our time together. If I send you out, I don’t get to teach you and then that means I’m doing a bad job,” she explained. “And I don’t like doing a bad job.”
He snorted. “I’m not going to learn.”
She shrugged. “You’ll learn something,” she said knowingly. “Might not be history, but you’ll learn.”
They were quiet a moment and Harry was watching in awe. The boy was taller than her by at least a foot, but he refused to look at her. He looked small. Harry was worried by the sheer size of him that he could seriously injure her if he got angry enough. She was standing with her hands behind her back looking adorable in her flowery dress. She wore ballet flats and her hair had two soft curls pulled on either side of her head. She was as beautiful as ever and he wasn’t giving her the time of day. Harry wasn’t as worried as when he first heard the yelling, but she didn’t even look prepared to brace herself in the event he got angry again. He wondered how she kept her cool like that, or maybe she really didn’t think he would. “Are you going to write me up?” He asked her with a huff.
“Depends,” she shrugged. “I don’t have to if you want to tell me what’s wrong. If you’re comfortable with that. Or I can send you to someone that you do want to talk to,” she said softly. “But I’m only going to write you up if you continue with this out of character behavior today. I can’t have you yelling at me like that in class. It’s not really fair...I don’t yell like that because honestly, that hurt my feelings,” she told him. “And I wouldn’t want to hurt your feelings. I also wouldn’t want to make you look bad in front of everyone else, and you sort of did that too...and that wasn’t cool. But you never act like this, so I’m letting it slide if you promise it won’t happen again.”
He glanced up at her briefly and was quiet for another moment while he thought about all the logical things that she deduced from his short episode of yelling at her in front of everyone. She had endless patience, she leaned against the wall and waited while he stared at his shoes. Harry was organizing the markers and erasers on the shelf of the board; he rearranged the magnets into different shapes wondering where she stored all this patience. Harry was in awe of her unending kindness and understanding. “I haven’t eaten,” he said eventually.
She nodded, almost if she expected the answer. “I get pretty hangry myself,” she said knowingly. “Definitely hard to focus when you’re hungry...Were you running late, skipped breakfast?” She questioned gently. She didn’t want to pry and make him tell her something, but she wanted him to know she was listening.
He shook his head and was silent.
She nodded and swallowed. She knew what was coming next. It was so frequently true in their school that this happened to so many students. Worse yet, it wasn’t just their school this happened. It became an increasing problem every day in every school. Harry knew too, nearly broke his heart and she was so quiet when she asked her next question. “Did you eat dinner last night, honey?”
He was still a moment. Shook his head once. “No,” he breathed.
She nodded. “I see. Well, that simply won’t do.” She glanced across the hall. “Mr. Styles,” she said with a grin. Harry smirked at his board and turned toward the pair in the hall with a gentle smile. “Would you mind if he sat in your room for a bit?” She asked. She knew that Harry heard every word, the student did not.
“Not at all,” he said simply.
“Just a minute, honey,” she said pressing a hand on his arm and tilted her head toward Harry’s room. Harry returned to his desk as the boy sat warily at one of Harry’s seats.
She disappeared into her room for a moment and returned with a plethora of snacks and a water bottle. “Eat whatever you want,” she said as she settled the granola bars, fruit snacks, and animal crackers on the desk. She also had two pieces of candy as well. She walked out of the room and back across the hall without another word. The boy stared at the snacks for a moment and Harry could see the confusion, the gratitude, and everything else that was hurting his heart on his face.
He started to munch on the snacks. “Do you need anything else?” Harry asked as he ate.
He shook his head. “I...I feel bad I yelled at her,” he said quietly.
Harry shrugged. “Happens to the best of us,” he said simply. “I don’t think she minded. You can always apologize.”
The boy nodded and ate quietly. Ate every snack she offered. “I’ll go back to class now,” he said.
Harry nodded. “Have a nice day,” he said.
“You too.”
Harry never really had students yell at him. He was utterly aware of how female teachers were treated differently than male teachers. The standards may have been the same, but they were subject to the yelling she just experienced so much more frequently than Harry and his other male coworkers. He knew she felt pressure in that situation. It was practically a power struggle while the rest of the class continued working on her assignment. Harry wasn’t sure how he would have handled that situation, but he knew it wouldn’t have been the way she so elegantly and wonderfully did.
He spent the remainder of his break period typing up the scenario exactly as he heard and saw it. With the printed copy, he delivered it to his principal’s office just so he knew how lovely his coworker was and it would be a shame to lose her this year—even though the year had hardly started. Harry would leave the school if she did too.
*
But as wonderfully as she handled that situation, not every one of them could be like that. So, when the yelling started a few paces down the hall from her door and the two boys dropped their bags, Harry was floored to see her cute being fly down the hall to their sides as one swung his fist into the other boy’s face. Harry ran as quickly as he could to pull the pair apart, but she was still shoved against the locker as she pulled at the boys. She winced quickly, seemed to hold her breath from the pain. Harry felt his pulse quicken at her pain. He yanked as hard as he could to shove the boy away from the other one. She gripped onto the other boy’s arm, all the while she was shouting, nearly the only time he ever heard her voice take on such an octave.
She reached her free hand to the back of her head, and she winced again as she touched the tender spot. Harry nearly lost it. He wanted to shove the poor teenager away, gather her in his arms and make sure she was alright. The assistant principal finally made his way to the still arguing boys. Once relieved of her duties she started ushering everyone back to class loudly while the bell rang. Harry was still holding one boy at bay, and she stood in the middle of the hall directing her students to get into class and then telling Harry’s to get their writing journals out for the prompt on the board. If he wasn’t so worried about her head, he would have been floored she knew what Harry asked of his students at the beginning of each class. Maybe it was because he had no idea what she had her students do at the beginning of each class. He wanted to remedy that soon.
Harry was finally able to leave the boy’s side and he hurried back to her side in the middle of the hall. She flinched as he touched the back of her arm in surprise.
“Love, are you alright?” he said quietly while the halls finally dispersed of students. He was desperate to know she was okay, and he knew she was but the way she flinched wounded him. He wished he had quicker reflexes than her to see that scenario coming about and stop it before she got hurt. “Do you need some medicine? Or the nurse to check you out?” He asked nervously.
“Um...no, just banged my head a bit.” She wondered what her face looked like because Harry’s face was unconvinced that she was okay. “Just a little bump, seriously, I’ll be fine,” she promised. She gently squeezed Harry’s forearm and then meandered toward her room. “Thanks for stopping them, though,” she said over her shoulder.
Harry brought her medicine and water anyway, and she smiled gratefully when he exited her room while she was teaching her next lesson, unfazed by seemingly everything.
*
They were staying late for the fall athletic awards ceremony that was starting at five. It was fairly short, offered free food and was a great way to get to know the kids a bit more and how some shined as leaders on the field so to speak versus the classroom.
They both decided it didn’t make sense to go home and come back. For which Harry was very excited to spend the next three hours alone with her uninterrupted by other coworkers or students while they chatted away. Harry got a quick take away for the two of them from the Mexican place down the street from the school. They ate in Harry’s room and talked about everything they could think of. Students, parents, books they were reading, holidays, birthdays, childhood memories, vacations. Again she didn’t elaborate too much, but Harry really felt like he was starting to know her.
“Hey, would you mind helping me move my desk?” She asked after they finished eating. “I...I wanted to try this arrangement you have going on here,” she smiled. “The kids have mentioned it on occasion they like your room.”
He nodded. “Course, love,” he said softly.
He lifted the desk with her help. She wasn’t going to just stand there while Harry did literally all the heavy lifting. She did hold her own, but the desk was heavy. “Oof,” she grunted when they settled it into place.
“Y’okay?” He asked, his eyebrows pinched together.
“Yeah...just uh...” She shook her head. “I got a bit of a cut,” she wrinkled her nose. “Sharp edge.”
“Oh, that’s no good,” Harry said worriedly. She wasn’t gushing blood, but it had to be sore. He pulled her back to his room where he had a small first aid kit. “These desks are old, who knows what you cut it on,” he said holding her hand in one of his while he put some antibiotic cream on her fingertip. She gasped a little and Harry glanced up at her. Her lips were parted in shock, her eyes wide as Harry took care of her. “Y’okay, love?” He wondered quietly. She nodded, didn’t say anything as Harry rubbed the cream over her fingertip. They were silent while Harry bandaged her finger. Her hand sparked fire along his palm and he patted the inside of her hand when he was finished but didn’t dare release his grip from her. She was staring at her finger and Harry waited until she glanced up at him.
Her breath caught in her throat, and she swallowed. “Thanks,” she whispered.
“Course, love,” he answered. His eyes stayed trained on her then slipped to look at her lips. They looked like two little pillows, and he could feel her warm breath breezing over his hand. He closed his eyes a moment and his head inched the tiniest fraction toward her because he really wanted to kiss her, but he knew it wasn’t in their best interests being coworkers at a school.
“I have a boyfriend,” she blurted then clapped her hand over her mouth.
Harry dropped her other hand immediately. “I’m sorry?”
She closed her eyes and removed her hand from her mouth. She shook her head rapidly wincing as she did. “I...I’m so sorry. I just...I want you to know that...should have told you a long...” she looked at the floor and then shook her head again. “I don’t know why...” she sighed. “I...I like you a lot, and I don’t want to ruin our friendship...but I think it’s...” she pressed her lips together and there was such a long pause before she spoke again. “I just want you to know,” she swallowed what looked like a rock in her throat.
Harry only heard that she liked him a lot. While his heart was breaking that she was taken, he did adore her regardless. He would never want to lose her as a friend, and he would probably wait forever for her. He had only known her for the better part of a couple months at most, and he was certain she was his soulmate in some form or another. Harry was certain that the love poems start to make sense when in love. “Love, it’s...S’okay,” he shrugged. “Uh...s’not....” he shook his head and bit his lip. “Probably wise we don’t give the kids some ammunition, y’know,” he chuckled. She blushed this beautiful rosy pink, her lips pressed together, and she cast her eyes down for a moment.
She looked up at him. “You’re...I haven’t had a friend in a really long time,” she said softly glancing back at her feet. Her hair fell from behind her ear and hid her beautiful face.
“Then that’s what we’ll be, love,” he assured her and pressed a kiss to her cheek because he had to, or he was certain he would die. Her skin was so soft, and he was glad he did it. Harry never thought he would experience this all encompassing love. The type that knocked him off his feet. Whenever he thought of her a smile pulled his lips across his face. His pulse raced. He never believed in love at first sight. But he had never seen her before. She was everything to him. No matter what. She was made to be a teacher, sure. That much was obvious. But she was made to be in Harry’s life. She was his soulmate, he was absolutely sure of it. “M’happy t’be your best friend. Let’s move the rest of your desks.”
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littlethie · 1 year
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do you know what i absolutely love?
authors’ notes at the beginning of their fics and stories
like
yes! tell me more, give me the story of how you were inspired, what was happening to you at that time, you were on a roadtrip and writing it while travelling through Europe? FUN! You were studying and this was the only thing that made it easier? I FEEL YOU!
I love all that and I wish authors did it more often
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somebucky · 2 years
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Somebucky’s One Direction Masterlist
One Direction (Some are requests, and some are not.)
Venture below the line for my Fanfics, and Oneshots of One Direction.
Preferences of the Boys
You’re Latina
Cute Date
Phones
Missing Christmas
Wearing His Shirt
Cameras
“More than I do”
Fears
Music
Surprising You
Helper
You’re African American
Secrets
Flowers
Gym Together
You’re Beautiful
Cute Moments
Names
Children
Zayn
Go-Karts
Stressed
Necklace
Laryngitis
Harry’s Little Sister
Birthday
Seeing Him Perform
Pillow Pad
Curvy - Z
Louis
Trigger Warning - Depression
Six Flags
Meeting Fans
Flirt
Singing
The Conjuring
Butt-Dial
Beach Day
Break Up
Curvy - LT
Liam
BFF
Curvy - LP
Surprise
Paparazzi
Bowling
French
Niall
You’re Sick
Pranking The Boys
High School: Getting into Trouble
Zac Efron
Paps
The Flu
Best Song Ever
You’re my Tomboy
First Concert
Everything has Changed
Scary Movie
Bad Dream
Not Pretty
Can’t Wait
Tickle Monster
Meet the Family
Driving Me Crazy
Preschooler Trouble
Masquerade
Fans give you bracelets
Basketball/Kiss Cam
Learning Dutch/Flemish
Appendix
Prank
Haters
Proposal
Award Presenters
Spider
Cars
Big Brother Harry
He’s Sick
Your son and Niall
Crazy Boys
Cuddle Buddy
Sick at Christmas
Road Trip
Truly, Madly, Deeply
Club Caddy
Rumors
Too Perfect
Kids Coloring
Grumpy
Old Friends
Sick Kid
Home Again
Curvy - N
Harry
Tattoo
He’s just a friend
Disney
Curvy - H
Couple’s Shoot
Plus Size
The Date
Movie Night with the Family
Asthma
Something Great
Cake
Making him Jump
High School: The Office
Fort Styles
Signing
Backstage
He talks to your Dad
Marcel -BSE
Nightmare
Cousin’s Wedding
High School
Scared to Love again
Punk
My Family
Everything
Black Friday Shopping
Getting Married
Meeting Daniel Radcliffe.
Wedding
Happy Birthday
Double Date
Drunk
Date Night Plans
Snowfall
Neighbors
Working Out
Move in
Couple Name
Our Tree
The Hate
Play Fighting
Cake Making
Beautiful Face
Story of My Life
Jealousy
Cheesy Jokes
Meet the grandparents
It’s a girl
I choose you
Food Poisoning
Going to State
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breakingfreebri · 1 year
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These made me laugh. Old 1D memes man
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betweenuspreferences · 6 months
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Preference #28 You Fight and Break Up (Liam) Part 2
You couldn't believe that Liam had told you to get out of his house. True, you'd said some harsh things, spoken out of anger, but kicking you out of his home was something you hadn't imagined he'd do.
"Stupid," You muttered, kicking at the leaves on the sidewalk. You began the walk home, wanting to get there quickly, since the hour was rather late. When you reached your home, you went in and tossed your keys on the hallway table before quickly showering, putting on your comfiest pajamas and crawling into bed. You glanced at your phone to make sure Liam hadn't texted you, before placing it on the bedside table and drifting off to sleep.
When you awoke the next morning, it was to a pounding on your door. You stumbled out of bed and to the door, checking through the security hole to see who it was.
"Harry, what are you doing here?" You inquired, pulling open the door.
"We've been trying to get a hold of you," He explained. "Liam told us about the argument and him telling you to leave. We wanted to make sure you were home safely."
"Well, I am," You replied, crossing your arms. "And I'm not really in the mood to talk to anyone."
"You should talk to Liam. He feels really awful about what he said and did." Harry said.
"He should've thought about that before he said it, then. He told me, at eleven thirty at night, to leave his home. And yeah, I said some things I shouldn't of. But if our roles were reversed, I never would've told him to get out at that hour," You snapped. "Why are you even getting involved in this? I know Liam's your friend, but that doesn't mean you need to get involved in his relationship. Or former relationship, now."
"You're right. I'm sorry, (Y/N)," Harry muttered, looking ashamed. "I'll just....head out now."
You slammed the door behind Harry's retreating back, and went back to bed, picking up your phone. Notification after notification glared back at you, from Twitter, some magazine articles that questioned if your relationship with Liam was still on, as well as some texts from Louis, Harry and Niall. But nothing from Liam.
"Whatever," You muttered, swiping to close all the notifications and opening up YouTube. You scrolled mindlessly though it, clicking on a video and watching it until you fell back asleep.
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It had been a full year since Liam had told you to leave, and you hadn't spoken to him since. The seasons had changed, you'd made new friends, read new books and reread old ones. It was Autumn again, and the nights were growing chilly, perfect for curling up under a blanket with hot chocolate and your favorite show. You wrapped a scarf around your neck and pulled on your coat, before opening the door to your home and heading out in the blustery weather. The wind smelled of Autumn, dried leaves and smoke from fireplaces. You walked to your local coffee shop, pulling open the door and stepping inside, inhaling the smells of fresh baked pastries and coffee. You sat in one of the poofy armchairs that were scattered around the shop, placing your book on the table before getting up to order a drink. When it was ready, you wrapped your hands around the mug and leaned back in the chair, thinking about how the past year had been. Snapping yourself out of your thoughts, you set down your mug and picked up your book. You had hardly read a paragraph when a throat clearing made you glance up. Your hands began to shake, and you inhaled sharply.
"L-Liam," You stammered. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm back in town for a bit and decided to try a new coffee place," Liam responded. "Is it okay if I sit?"
"Sure." You said, not really sure about this.
"How have you been, (Y/N)?" Liam asked, fiddling with his headphone case.
"Fine. How about you?" You asked.
"A bit of a mess, on and off," Liam said. "Harry really gave it to me when I told the guys what happened."
"He shouldn't have done that." You murmured.
"Shouldn't he? Instead of listening to your concerns, I kicked you out of my home, late at night, no less," Liam replied. "I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry."
"Why didn't you try and contact me?" You asked.
"I wanted to. I should've. I convinced myself that you didn't want me to contact you. That you were better off without me." Liam said, looking down.
"I wasn't," You murmured. "I wasn't better off without you."
"There hasn't been anyone since you." Liam blurted out.
"There hasn't been anyone since you, either." You replied.
"Do you think.....we could try again?" Liam asked.
"I think we could." You replied, reaching across the table and taking his hand.
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