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atlafan · 4 years

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love take it slow, would you be willing to write something about you telling harry that you want him to meet your kid? and maybe the night ends with some smut🥺👀

a/n: this has been in my inbox for awhile, let’s see how this goes...Harry is 35 in this, and y/n is 32. This also turned into pure fluff, sorry no smut!

The Kids Are Alright

You and Harry had been dating for a couple of months. It was nice having a man in your life again. Your divorce was ugly, to say the least. You had full custody of your kids, and it took over a year before you could make it so. You were finally in a place of stability that allowed you to start dating again.

You had met Harry completely by accident. He saw you struggling one morning on your walk to work. It had started pouring out of nowhere, and you had no umbrella. After just about everything fell out of your purse, he rushed over to you, holding his umbrella above the both of you and helped you with your things. He gave you his umbrella. He said you were dressed much nicer than he was, and you needed it more. You exchanged information after you insisted you get it back to him. The rest progressed from there. You hadn’t told Harry about your ex-husband or your two children. Although, he had his suspicions. You could only go out with him on Friday and Saturday nights, and you never stayed over at his place.

You needed to make sure you could trust him before even thinking of telling him you had two kids, before you could even think about bringing him around to meet them. Harry just figured you were really busy, or that you had needy clients since you were a therapist. He was busy in his own right since he was an oral surgeon.

Saturday night had become a regular date night for the two of you, and your kids were happy to see you so happy. They didn’t much care for their father, for good reason.

“So, when do we get to have date night with this guy?” Your ten year old daughter asks you as she watches you put your jewelry on.

“I’ve only been seeing him for a couple of months, Candace. It’s too soon for him to meet you and Ben.” You sigh and look at her. “In fact, tonight I’m finally telling him that I have kids.”

“Wait, you never told him about us?”

“No...I didn’t know if he’d run for the hills. I mean, he’s thirty-five, never been married and doesn’t have kids of his own. What if he doesn’t want that for himself?”

“How do you know he doesn’t have kids, he could be lying just like you.” She crosses her arms.

“I haven’t been lying...it just hasn’t come up. You’ll understand some day when you’re older.”

“That’s been your answer for a lot of things over the last couple of years.” She huffs and follows you out of the bedroom.

The babysitter was already there, sitting downstairs with Ben. He had just turned eight a month or so ago.

“Alright Rita, I should be home around eleven like usual.”

“Okay, have a great time!”

You give both of your kids a hug and kiss, and out the door you go. You were meeting Harry at a nice Italian place. He was always taking you to nice places, but you didn’t mind. After having such a shit marriage, and a shit husband, you were happy to be pampered a bit. You meet him in the lobby of the restaurant and he greets you with a kiss on the cheek.

“Hi, gorgeous.” He gets a good look at you. “How was your day?”

“Good! Ran some errands, you know how Saturdays go.” You smile.

You both are seated and Harry orders a bottle of wine for the table. He looked tired.

“Long week?”

“Sort of...took out four impacted wisdom teeth yesterday. Poor kid’s gonna be sore for a bit. It was a longer surgery than usual.” He shrugs. “But she’ll be alright. How was your week?”

“Long, had all my usual people, and a couple of newbies. All in all, good sessions. Only went through two boxes of tissues, don’t know if that’s good or bad.”

You both laugh. The wine is brought over for you both, and it’s poured into your glasses. You both order your dinners, and an appetizer.

“Harry...I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you these last couple of months.”

“Same here, Y/N.”

“I feel sort of childish asking this, but would you say I’m your girlfriend?” At the ripe age of 32, and having been someone’s wife, the word girlfriend sounded incredibly stupid to you, but here you were.

“I would.” He smiles. “That’s what I’ve been telling people anyways.”

“Aw, you tell people about me.”

“Hard not to when you go into work with a hickey on your neck.”

“Oh my god.” You blush. “That one from a couple weeks ago? I’m sorry, I can’t even remember the last time I did that to someone, and-”

“Relax, babe, I’m only teasing.” He places his hand over yours. “Suppose I was goin’ to ask about our status soon too. Nice to know we’re on the same page.” You nod at him.

Your food is brought over, and it’s delicious. You both enjoy more pleasant conversation. It was nice not having to talk about homework, or whatever else you would talk with other parents about. Although, now that your kids were a little older, you enjoyed the conversations you’d have with them regularly.

“Care to come back to my place for a bit after dinner? I picked up that cheesecake you like so much for dessert.”

“I’d love that! I’ll follow you there.”

You drive to Harry’s apartment. Sometimes you wondered why he didn’t just buy a house, but you figured he didn’t need all that space. And he did work a lot, a house would be too much to care of by himself. The home you have now is one you bought only two years ago. You refused to stay in the home where everything went down with your husband. Harry’s place was nice, anyways. Two bedroom, two bath, and plenty of space to spread out.

You sit down on his couch while he brings more wine over, and a plate with a piece of cheesecake to share.

“Been looking forward to seein’ yeh all week, you know?”

“That’s sweet of you to say.” You kiss his cheek and take a sip of wine.

“Would you like to spend the night tonight? I like what we do when we’re doin’ it, but it would also just be nice to have you here to hold onto all night.”

“I can’t do that, I’m sorry.” You sigh and take your phone out. “It’s not that I don’t want to spend the full night with you...”

“So then why do you always leave? Are you allergic to Sunday brunch?” You can’t help but laugh. “I’ve never been able to make you my pancakes. I make really good pancakes.”

“God, my kids love pancakes.” Both of your eyes grow wide when you look at each other.

“Kids?”

“Yes...” You show him a picture of the three of you on your phone. “That’s my daughter, Candace, she’s ten, and that’s Ben, he just turned eight.”

“Ah, so that was the birthday party you had to go to last month.”

“Mhm.” He looks at you.

“Well, they’re really cute.” He chuckles. “A little older than I would’ve expected. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I don’t know, this is all so new. I mean, I’ve been a single mom for nearly four years, you’re the first guy I’ve dated in a long time. And you’re...I mean...do you have secret kids?”

“No.” He laughs. “Never been married either. I’m assuming you have?”

“Yeah...we separated and then divorced. Like I said it was four years ago, and I just only got full custody over my kids a year ago. Their father is a shithead, they didn’t want to be near him. They dreaded every weekend they had to spend with him, and I hated sending him, but legally there wasn’t much I could do. I swear he only fought me on the custody just to spite me. Obviously we were sort of young when I got pregnant with Candace. Everything has worked out, thank god. Luckily I’m good at my job so I keep us afloat. The reason I don’t stay over is because I couldn’t very well ask the sixteen year old girl who babysits for me to watch them all night.”

“No, I suppose that would be a bit weird.” He smirks. “Got any family nearby? They could always watch ‘em right?”

“Harry.” You roll your eyes and swat a hand at him. “So...it doesn’t freak you out that I’m a mom?”

“Not at all! So, your ex is completely out of the picture?”

“Completely. He moved across the country, nothing to keep him here now. He sends the kids birthday and holiday cards, that’s about the only contact I allow him to have with them. And to answer your question, my parents only live an hour or so away, and they do visit a good chunk. But I certainly couldn’t ask them to take them for a weekend for the sole reason of staying over at my boyfriend’s house.”

“No, I guess you’d need a better excuse than that.” He laughs.

“So how come you’re thirty-five and you never settled down?”

“I put school and work above a lot of things. Think my last serious relationship was nearly three years ago, and she got sick of waitin’ f’me.” He shrugs. “Dated here and there, but I haven’t been anyone’s boyfriend in awhile.”

“But you’d like to be mine?”

“Yeah, I like you a lot.” He smiles.

“Good, because I like you a lot too.” He cups your cheek in his hand.

“Well, if you’re not spendin’ the night, can I take yeh to the bedroom now so I can at least have some time to just lay with you after.”

“I’d like that.”

You were piss drunk the first time you had sex with Harry. You couldn’t help it. You hadn’t had sex in a very long time, well other than with your dildo, but that’s besides the point. You weren’t sure if you would feel tight for him, but after about the third time he said it to you, you had to believe him that you were, in fact, plenty tight.

Sex with him not was a lot less scary. You enjoyed it very much, and so did he. Your bodies just had a way of connecting. It was something you hadn’t had in a very long time.

“How was your date Mrs. Y/L/N?”

“Honey, I’ve told you it’s Miss, I’m not a Mrs.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s alright. And it was good, he’s a good man.” You give her fifty dollars and out she goes.

The next morning you make pancakes for your kids and they’re far too excited about it.

“Mum, you haven’t made pancakes in forever, what’s the occasion?” Candace asks, dumping a ton of syrup over them.

“Easy with that! Save some for your brother. And there’s no occasion, I just remembered how much you both like pancakes.” You shrug and sit down between them.

“Mmm, these are so good mumma, thanks.” Ben says. You loved that he still called you mumma. He was such a love-bug.

“So, how was your date with the oral surgeon?”

“It was good, honey. He’s actually my boyfriend now.”

“Oh, you’ve made it official?!”

“Mhm.” You smile as you take a bite of your food. “And he didn’t wanna run away when I told him about the two of you.”

“When can we meet him?” Ben asks.

“I’m not sure...even though I’m his girlfriend now I’d like to wait on that I think. I’d hate to bring someone into your lives and then have it not work out.”

“Did he say if he had kids or was ever married?” Candace asks.

“He’s never been married, and doesn’t have kids of his own. But he really didn’t seem freaked out about you two. He was more so surprised that you weren’t younger. Suppose it would’ve been harder to keep two toddlers a secret.” You laugh.

“You always tell us never to keep secrets.” Ben says. “How come you get to?”

“Because sometimes when you’re adult, you need to withhold certain things from other adults. You’ll understand when-”

“When we’re older, Jesus Christ.”

“Candace! We don’t speak like that at the table.”

“What? It’s not like I said the f-word.”

“God, help me.” You sigh.

A few more months pass, and you’re feeling really good about things with Harry. You even manage to spend a couple nights with him on the various weekends the kids are with your parents. You two were snuggled up on his couch watching a movie when he paused it.

“I’ve never been to your place, never even picked you up for a date.”

“I know.”

“Well? How ‘bout we start doin’ that. I hate how after dinner we never get to drive together.”

“It’s just...the kids would see you picking me up.”

“And?” He sighs. “Listen, I’ve been thinking...what if it was time I met them? We’ve been together for like six months, I think it makes sense.”

“You really want to?”

“Yeah, I mean, you’re a part of my life now, and they’re a part of yours.”

“Sure...I know they wanna meet you. Guess I’ve been the one holding it up.”

“They’ve been okay with you dating?”

“I think if they loved their father they’d act like most kids and hate to see me move on, but they can’t stand him, so they’re happy for me.”

“It’s none of my business, but-”

“He used to beat on us, all of us. I’d get in the way to spare them, but it was no use if they got home before I did. It was awful, I did everything I could to get out of there, and eventually I did.”

“Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry.” He caresses your cheek and you lean into his touch.

“It was a long time ago.” You feel tears prick at your cheeks. “I’ll never be able to understand how someone could their babies, or how the courts didn’t give me full custody right away. He’d only beat on us when he was drunk, and he did stop drinking, but I still didn’t trust him. He tried to prove he was a good father, but it was all rubbish.” You sigh. “It’s all in the past now.” You give him a reassuring smile. “I’ll talk to them, maybe we could have you over for a little lunch in the backyard. The kids love when I fire up the grill.”

“That sounds great! What are they into? Like, what are their hobbies?”

“Well, Candace is a mix. She loves theater and singing, but she also loves soccer, and getting her hands dirty. Ben loves to paint. He absolutely loves his crafts. He likes to play outside, but he couldn’t be bothered with sports. Used to go right up his father’s ass. Candace plays softball too. I feel terrible, I haven’t had much time to play catch with her lately. Luckily, it’s soccer season right now, so she’s not too mad at me about it. Ben plays goalie for her in the backyard, and it works for them.”

“They’re close?”

“They weren’t when they were younger, but they stood by each other when we were going through everything. They’re not best friends, but you can really see the love between them. It’s wonderful.”

“I like the theater too, actually. I enjoy a good show once in a while.”

“Really?”

“Oh, sure. I acted a bit in school.”

You could see the wheels turning in Harry’s head.

“Please don’t feel like you need to do anything to impress them. Just be yourself. They were already so amazed that a man gave me his umbrella.” You chuckle.

“I’m nothing if not a gentleman.” He winks at you. “Well, only in the streets.”

He lifts you up of the couch, and you squeal as he takes you to his bedroom.

“How was your weekend with Gram and Pop?” You ask the kids as you drive them back home.

“It was so much fun, Gram got us that cereal that you don’t let us have.” Ben says.

“Oh, that one loaded with sugar that you don’t need first thing in morning? That’s spectacular.” You roll your eyes.

“Did you see Mr. Styles while we were gone?” Candace asks.

“I did.” The two look at each other. “He asked me if he could meet the two of you soon.”

“He did?!”

“Mhm, so I told him I would ask the two of you.”

“Well, you know we wanna meet him mumma.” Ben says.

“Yeah, bring him over.”

“Alright, I told him we could do a little lunch out back, do a little grilling. Would you both like that?”

“Yes!” They say in unison.

On Saturday around noon, Harry arrives at your house. He thought it was lovely. You gave him instructions to go right around back, so he does so.

“Hello?” He says as he opens the gate.

“Harry!” You say walking up to him. “Find it okay?” You both kiss quick, and you walk him further into the yard.

“Yeah, it was a really easy drive.”

He looks around and sees a swing-set, a little net to play soccer with, and a patio with a lovely glass table and chairs. You see he has a couple of bags with him.

“I brought some soda...do you give them soda? I suppose I should’ve asked first.”

“I give it to them on special occasions, suppose this is one of them.” You smile and take it from him, setting it on the table. “I just sent them in to wash up. They were rolling around in the dirt.”

Candace and Ben walk outside and are stunned when they see Harry. Candace noticed his curls, and quite liked the style of glasses he was wearing. Ben was mesmerized by the tattoos that littered his arms. He wasn’t at all like they pictures, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Tattoos didn’t automatically mean bad. Their father was a bad person and didn’t have a single tattoo.

“Kids, come say hello, don’t just stand there like statues.” You laugh. Candace extends her arm to shake his hand.

“Hi Mr. Styles, it’s nice to meet you.”

“How polite.” He smiles and takes her hand. “Feel free to call me Harry if you feel comfortable with that.”

“Hello.” Ben shakes his hand next.

“It’s great to meet yeh both. Your mum has told me so much about you. All good things I promise.” The two giggle. “Um...I brought some things for the two of you.”

“Oh, Harry, you didn’t have to...”

“I know.” He reaches into the bag and crouches to Ben’s level. “Mum told me you liked to paint and do crafts, so I got you one of these water color sets. They’re really cool. My niece likes ‘em a lot, thought you might too.” He looks up at you. “And they don’t make a mess.”

Ben takes it from him, amazed that an adult man was being nice about his hobbies.

“What do we say, Ben?”

“Thank you very much.” He beams at Harry. “Mumma, can I open it now?”

“Sure.” You shrug. “Let me just fill a glass of water for you, you can sit at the patio table.” You get him set up while Harry speaks to Candace.

“Now, your mum told me you have a ton of hobbies, but mostly you haven’t had someone to play catch with, so I dug up my old mit.” He takes it out of the bag. “It’s for baseball, but figured it could still do the trick.” He takes a brand new softball out of the bag. “What do yeh say? We could toss it around while your mum gets lunch together.”

“I’d love to!” She snatches the ball from him. “Thanks, this is like the best brand out there.” She looks at you and gives you a thumbs up. You laugh as you fire up the grill.

You smile as you watch Ben use his new water color set, and smile even more while you watch Candace toss the ball with Harry.

“You know, if you step into it a bit more...” He puts a hand on his hip. “And if you, like, do you mind if I show you?”

“Okay.”

He jobs over to her.

“So...you wanna look where you’re throwing, right? And you’re doin’ that, but you’re releasing it back here, it should be when you get here. And if you step and throw, you could really get a more precise thing goin’.”

“I’ve only played one season, and the coach never showed us stuff like this, thanks!”

Harry jogs back to his spot, and Candace does exactly what he said, throwing it to him perfectly.

“Amazing! You’re a fast learner, Candace.”

“Way to go honey! She likes playing second base, any tips on that?”

“Oh, tons.”

“I’m not too good at batting either.”

“Well good thing we’ve got plenty of time to get you ready for the season. By the time I’m done with yeh the coach’ll be puttin’ yeh in first every game.”

“Candace, go wash your hands again, it’s time for lunch.”

“But we’re having so much fun.” She whines.

“You can play more after. Come on, we all need to go wash up.”

You take Harry inside, and show him to the kitchen where he can wash his hands. You tell him you’ll give him the full tour later. Lunch goes really well. The kids tell Harry all about school. He was so natural with them, it put you at ease. After lunch, Harry continued to help Candace with her softball skills. At a certain point you told her that was enough, and that she should play with her brother. You and Harry sit as the two of them played on the swing-set.

“This has been a lot of fun, Y/N.”

“Really? Oh, I’m so glad. I think they really like you.”

“I like them too.”

Harry started coming over for dinner when he could. The kids really liked having him around. When it had been about a year of the two of you dating, you and the kids asked Harry to move in with you. He liked your home quite a bit, so it didn’t take much for him to agree.

“Can I ask you something?” He says as you’re both settling into bed.

“Of course.”

“Ben asked me to come to his career day...are you alright with that?”

“Yeah! I think he wants us to go together. It’s been on my calendar for a while.”

“I told him I’d make it work, but...what’s he supposed to call me? S’not like I’m his dad...or his step-dad...”

“Your his Harry.” You smile.

“Do you think you’d ever want to be married again?”

“Maybe, if the right guy came along.” You nudge him.

“Very funny.” He rolls his eyes. “M’serious, I mean we’ve been together over a year, and we haven’t really talked about it. I live here now, I’m in their lives...”

“I don’t want you to feel like you need to marry me to seal the deal.”

“I don’t feel that way. I want to marry you because I love you.”

“And I love you.”

“Alright, so maybe I’ll ask you soon.” He grins, and now you’re the one to roll your eyes. “I have another question...so I love bein’ an uncle, and I’ve loved steppin’ into this fatherly role with Candace and Ben. It’s honestly something I never saw for myself. Do you think you’d ever want more?” Your face falls.

“I physically can’t have more...I had to have a hysterectomy a few years back.”

“Ah.”

“Is that okay? I mean did you want your own kids?”

“Don’t phrase it like. I do have my own kids...and no, I don’t really want, like, a baby. I honestly don’t think I’d have the time to care for an infant.”

“Me neither. I’m sort of relieved you’re okay with it. I know I’m still young enough to have a baby, I feel like I finally have my life back. Babies are cute and wonderful, and I enjoyed that time with them so much, but I’m over that time in my life. I can actually have real conversations with them now, you know?”

“I’m really glad we’re on the same page.”

“Me too.”

About six months later, Harry proposed and you accepted. You both wanted a small wedding. You had a very simple ceremony in your back yard with only close friends and family. The kids had gotten into the habit of calling Harry, Dad. Sometimes they would switch on and off, but Dad mostly stuck. He liked the sound of it a lot.

You had made sure to sign every form you could to Harry had permissions at school to pick the kids up and drop them off. All their teachers knew Candace and Ben had a step-father.

Harry was full engrossed in the kids lives. He became Candace’s softball coach, and all the kids loved him. You had never seen Candace play so well. He also made sure to support all of Ben’s school art shows. For a guy that didn’t want to be a father, he was kicking butt at being a good one.

Around Candace’s twelfth birthday, you and Harry had decided on something very important, and it was time to share it with the two of them.

“We never have family meetings, this is weird.” Candace says as her and Ben sit on the couch.

“Well, that’s because there’s something mum and I want to tell you.” He clears his throat. “So...even though we’re married, and that makes me your step-father, legally that really doesn’t mean much. I’m not considered a true guardian. And even though the school knows I’m your step-dad, I’ve still run into some issues here and there. Your mum and I work a lot, and we each need to be able to dismiss you easily or whatever it is.” He takes a packet of paper out of his back pocket. “Also...I’ve been in your lives for nearly three years...and I consider myself to be more than just your step-dad, wouldn’t you both agree?”

“Yeah, obviously. We call you dad all the time. Whenever someone asks who you are I just say you’re my dad.”

“I do the same thing.” Ben says.

“Right, so...we thought we’d make that official.” He hands Candace the papers.

“Certificate of Adoption?” She looks up at the two of you.

“It’s taken us some time to get this all together, but it’s legal now.” You explain.

“I’ve adopted the two of you, hope that’s okay.”

They both stand and hug Harry immediately. If something were to ever happen to you, you’d want them with Harry. Your parents were great and all, but you wouldn’t want them ripped away from their father.

“Are you serious?” Candace asks teary eyed. “You really love us that much?”

“I love you both more than anything. You two are my kids, and I won’t have someone tellin’ me you’re not.”

The truth was, there were a ton of parents who liked to gossip about the two of you. Ever since Harry came into your life and things got more serious. You wouldn’t look at him and know he was such one of the most sought after oral surgeons in the area. When he started coaching Candace’s softball team, that was when the gossip got even worse. The two of you couldn’t stand it any longer. It also warmed your heart that Harry truly thought of Candace and Ben as his own. Because of Harry you were able to give them a normal life again.

“So now that his is official, I have a question.” Ben says. “If we’re your kids does that mean our last names can be Styles now too? I mean, mum’s is.”

It was true, you had heightened your last name. You didn’t even do that with your last husband. You were a doctor and you earned that title, why should his name be attached to that? But with Harry, well, you just like the way that sounded.

“You both want my last name?”

“Yes.” They say at the same time. He looks at you.

“I think we can make that work. It really doesn’t make sense for you to have his last name anymore, does it?” They both shake their heads no. “We really should all have the same last name.”

“I agree.”

The two of them high five each other.

“Now then.” You wipe a couple of tears away. “Go put on some nice clothes, we’re going out to eat tonight to celebrate.”

The two race upstairs while Harry wraps his arms around you.

“So, Mrs. Y/L/N-Styles, I’d say that went pretty well.”

“Mhm, can you believe they want to be Styles’ too?”

“How could they not? S’a pretty cool name.”

You kiss each other and wait for them to come back down. You never in your wildest dreams would’ve thought you’d get a second chance at a happy life. Harry was everything you needed and more. You were incredibly grateful and lucky. And to think, if you had simply had your umbrella that day on the street, none of this would be yours.

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chuffyfan87 · 4 years

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Growing Pains. Part 11b (NSFW)

"That's good to know. Because it's not a problem."

“If she’s gay, she’s gay.” Lottie shrugged.

"Exactly. So do you have any more questions of a personal nature to ask?" Duffy smiled.

“No.”

"I'm glad that you feel able to talk to me about these things."

“About boys and stuff?”

"About anything that's worrying you. I know you're growing up but I want you to know that you can always talk to me if you need to."

“I know mum, thanks.”

"Now can I ask you a question?"

“Sure.”

"Where are you going with those biscuits I just saw you sneak into your pocket?" Duffy giggled.

“Upstairs to Tilly.” Lottie giggled.

"You know you're not supposed to eat in your bedroom." Duffy replied shaking her head fondly at the teenager.

“I know, but Tilly won’t move her arse to come down.”

"Leave that to me." Duffy giggled. She walked into the hallway and leant around the bottom of the stairs. "Matilda Fairhead get yourself down here now!" She yelled, shooting Lottie a wink.

Tilly groaned and got up off the bed and wandered to the top of the stairs, ”I ain’t done nothing!”

"I'd like a word with you Tilly."

Tilly pouted and came downstairs, “Yes mum?”

"Eat your biscuits downstairs and don't annoy your sister OK?"

Tilly shrugged, “That friend of hers has got a proper attitude.”

"How about we all sit down together and have a chat?" Duffy suggested.

Tilly shrugged.

Duffy called Emily and Beth to come downstairs to join herself and the twins to have a drink and some biscuits. Duffy decided to seize the chance whilst Charlie was at the park with the younger boys and Jake and Krystal were in town.

Beth and Tilly exchanged looks over the table.

"I thought it would be nice for us girls to all get to know each other." Duffy smiled encouragingly.

Emily nodded, “OK.”

"Who wants to start?"

“I will.” Said Lottie quietly.

"OK Lottiepop." Duffy smiled.

There was a silence for a minute, “What shall I say?” Lottie asked with a giggle.

"Anything, what would you like to tell Beth about yourself?"

Lottie shrugged, “I’m Tilly’s twin but I’m not childish.”

Duffy sighed and rubbed the skin between her eyebrows. This might be trickier than she thought.

“Tilly and I are different, even though we look the same. I’m quieter, she’s-“ Lottie pointed to Tilly, “gob on legs.”

"Oi!" Tilly retorted.

“I’m just saying.”

"How do you put up with this every day?" Beth asked Emily as she watched the twins squabble.

“You get used to it.” Emily replied with a giggle.

"It must be quite a difference for you compared to home." Duffy smiled at Beth.

“It’s heck of a lot noisy.” Beth replied with a smile.

"So what are your favourite things to do Beth?" Duffy asked, shooting the twins a look to pack it in.

“I like to draw,” Beth replied, “And play netball.”

"Oh I was terrible at netball at school." Duffy chuckled.

“I like football too.”

"Peter and Jake play football." Tilly remarked.

“Do they? Maybe we can all have a kick around one day.”

"Yeh, I'm sure they'd both enjoy that." Duffy smiled.

Tilly was fidgeting in her chair, a clear sign that there was something she wanted to ask.

Duffy looked at her daughter and smiled, “Go on Tilly. I’m sure you’re dying to ask something.”

"Nuh uh, Beth yelled at me last time!" Tilly pouted.

“You’re fidgeting.” Duffy pointed out.

"Only if she promises not to yell."

“Fine. I promise.”

"Are yous twos lesbos?" Tilly asked.

Duffy put her head in her hands. "I taught you better English than that!" She sighed.

Emily sighed, “I think so. I dunno. I like boys too.”

"See! I told ya!" Lottie crowed at Tilly.

Tilly shrugged, “So you’re bi-something?”

"Bisexual is the word you're looking for Tilly." Duffy explained.

“That’s it! Bisexual!” Lottie giggled, “We learnt about that in sex ed.”

"I'm glad to hear you've been listening in those lessons." Duffy smiled.

“Tilly don’t pay attention. She’s too busy drooling over Tommy’s dick.” Lottie laughed loudly. “She wishes anyway!”

"Lottie!" Tilly sulked. "At least he don't have a tiny knob like Lewis does!" She shot back.

“Shut up!” They began to bicker again.

"Girls!" Duffy sighed. She turned to Beth. "They talk a good talk but most of it is nonsense. At least I hope it is." She grimaced.

“Probably!”

"You ok?" Duffy asked Emily, reaching across the table to squeeze her daughter's hand.

Emily nodded, “Yes mama.”

"Have you spoken to your older brothers about all this? Coz I don't think the twins will keep their mouths shut for long..."

“Not yet. I don’t really know what to say. Does dad know I’m... you know?”

"Yes he does. Maybe talk to them one at a time? I think Peter has some news of his own for you all too."

Emily frowned softly, “He does?”

"Sarah's knocked up!" Tilly blurted out.

“What’s that got to do with us?” Emily asked, “Sarah and Peter haven’t been together for years.”

"Its Peter's!" Lottie added before Duffy had chance to stop her.

"That can't be right. Jake said that Sarah is dating Zeke's big brother AJ..." Emily replied, her brows knitted in confusion.

“It seems she’s been having sex with both.” Lottie replied.

“Then how can she know who’s the dad?” Emily asked, her brows still knitted in confusion.

"I'm not sure this is an appropriate conversation..." Duffy interrupted, shocked as she hadn't been aware of that detail.

"Sex with two blokes at the same time... That's a bit of a slaggy thing to do..." Tilly mused, not considering how her comment could be construed.

“Tilly! Shut up!” Emily snapped, “You have no idea, do you?! She’s not a slag for having sex with two men! It happens sometimes. A man can sleep with as many women as he wants and he’s not called a slag, is he?!”

"Sez the lesbian!" Tilly fired back.

Lottie couldn't help noticing that their mum had gone awful quiet and pale.

Emily stood up, “Words hurt Tilly! You should be careful what you say and how it can be construed to people around the table!”

"What the hell you on about?" Tilly asked, genuinely baffled.

“You really don’t know, do you?”

"Know what?" Tilly asked, looking at Lottie who just shrugged in return, equally in the dark.

Duffy got up and walked out the room. She couldn't listen any more.

“Mum and dad were married to other people, they had... an affair.” Emily said quietly, “So does that make mum a slag?!”

"Nah, they broke up, got married to other people and then got back together after they split up with those people... Right?!" Tilly replied, her voice getting increasingly uncertain.

“No they didn’t.”

"How do you know?!" Lottie demanded.

Beth slipped out of the room to follow Duffy whilst Emily dealt with her sisters.

“You alright?” Beth asked as she sat next to Duffy.

“I asked mum, once. Cos of things Louis was saying.” Emily admitted.

"I'm fine." Duffy replied reflexively from where she sat on the bottom of the stairs.

"Louis chats shit." Tilly shrugged.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah but this time he weren’t!!”

"My own daughter thinks I'm a slag - yeh I'm just great!"

"What did he say?"

“Tilly doesn’t mean that,” Beth reassured.

“That mum and dad were seeing each other behind his mum’s back!”

"She's right though." Duffy sighed.

"Fuck!" Lottie gasped. "It all makes sense now..!"

“No, she isn’t.”

Duffy didn't speak for a few moments as she stared at the floor. "You must be wondering what the hell kinda family you've gotten yourself involved with..."

“No, not at all. I know life isn’t always easy or simple.”

"That was not what I was expecting to happen when I invited everyone downstairs."

“I know.” Beth smiled sadly.

"I'm sorry the girls were rude to you. They should know better than that so I'll be having words with them."

“They weren’t. They’re just outspoken.” Beth smiled, “Curious.”

"That's one word for it!" Duffy snorted.

“They don’t mean any harm. They just don’t always think.”

"No they don't." Duffy pushed herself to her feet. "I best go make sure they haven't all killed each other." "

When Duffy returned to the kitchen, all three girls were quiet.

"Dare I ask..?" Duffy began.

“You and dad had an affair?” Lottie asked.

"Yes."

“Ok.”

“I shouldn’t have said what I said. Sorry mama.” Tilly looked up at her mum.

"Its ok. I know you didn't mean it the way it came out. You just need to think before you speak in future Tots."

Tilly nodded, “I’ll try harder.” She got up and hugged her mum tightly.

"Trying is all you can do." Duffy smiled.

Lottie and Emily both ended up hugging their mum.

#chuffy #charlie and duffy #charlie fairhead #lisa duffin

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harrieatthemet · 5 years

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It Doesn’t Concern You II

Part I.

If you guys don’t reblog the fuck out of this I’m breaking into your homes and stealing all of your pets. Enjoy. (:

“(Y/N)”, he’s hissing lowly, “(Y/N)”

Your heels hitting the marble floor leading up to the stairs is ear piercing, clicking a mile a minute almost, and he’s near the end of his rope, his patience dwindling.

The silent treatment gets under his skin, and it’s not a trick you tend to pull often. But you’re seething, and you’re doing your best to get out as fast as possible. Because he won’t follow you down the stairs, hissing and growling your name to get your attention, in front of people waiting with cameras and phones alike.

“M’not following yeh out. I can’t.” He grunts.

And there’s no suppressing your demeaning cackle, “I know that.”

He feels himself let out a groan of frustration once he watches you hit that last step, your hands outstretched towards the handle of the door. There’s no point in arguing with you here, in front of everyone. Mostly because there’s a room full of people just beyond the hallway he’ll likely be doing business with, and of course, putting his private life on display isn’t an idea he can get behind.

The unkind scowl he receives from you before you slither through the crack in the doors clues him in on what fate awaits him back home, and for a moment he ponders on whether it’s worth leaving now or staying another hour or two.

But he finds himself checking his coat out, before politely bidding the appropriate farewells to a few people back in the dining room. Because he’s well aware that staying any longer than a few necessary seconds would come back and bite him in the ass.

The house somehow feels darker than how he had left it hours earlier, and for a brief second he wonders if you’re even home. But the faint sound of water running upstairs, what he assumes to be the sink, is what tells him you’re here.

He’s in the process of mentally prepping himself for the brutal reprimanding he’s about to be on the receiving end of, as he slowly peels off his jacket and throws it over the chair of the seat tucked in the corner of the foyer. And his feet are dragging practically behind him, as he dallies up down the hall and heads towards the stairs.

“(Y/N),” he hums, “y’up here?”

His tone is much more soothing now, far less tense than earlier, not as harsh nor as condescending. In fact, it’s bordering serene. Unbeknownst to you, he’s riddled with prosperity, because he’s got big news to tell you and it feels like it’s gonna start oozing out of him if he doesn’t spill it soon.

Your dress is strewn across the end of the bed, shoes lying sloppily on the floor just beneath it. And your bag is on the bed as well, open, contents laying in a heap beside your dress. The water stops again, for good, and that’s when he decides to invite himself into the master bath.

“Left in a hurry, yeah?” His tone is much softer now, more inviting, and for a minute you nearly slip up and answer.

But you catch yourself, patting a towel across your face to get the last remnants of makeup off. His eyes are boring into you, with a stare so profound that the skin on the back of your neck almost feels hotter than the rest of your body.

He’s much eager than earlier in the evening, as you turn to throw the towel in the wash basket. A small smirk is tugging at the corner of his mouth, eyes wide and brighter, telling you he’s in a much better mood than he was when he publicly scolded you in front of a business associate just a mere hour ago.

But his smirk fades into a half assed frown when you casually brush past him, practically like you didn’t even see him standing just a foot or two behind you. His eyes follow you out of the bathroom, and his body soon follows, as you clean up your things around the room in nothing but your undergarments, hair pulled back and eyes heavy.

“Yeh mad a’ me.” He exhales, fingers going for the buttons of his shirt.

The flicker of your gaze is cruel, and it makes him shift uncomfortably. Only for a moment do you stop undoing your side of the bed, but it’s to deliver a callous glare, before you go back to fixing your pillow.

“Y’wanna tell me?” He persists, “s’no use in ignoring me, can’t apologize if I don’t know, right?”

“It doesn’t concern you.” You mumble, so beneath your breath that he almost misses it.

“M’sorry?”

The irony of him seeming to forget the demeaning remarks he made a short time ago, along with his elongated acrimonious attitude for the past two days, starts to eat away at you. And the longer he looks at you with that blank, puzzled stare the more you wanna start raising your voice.

But your voice again, goes unheard, as you keep your lips shut particularly tight before letting out a deep breath through your nose. The hostility in the room continues to grow, and you let it, so he can have time to write his wrongs and piece together how badly he fucking embarrassed you.

He watches as you continue to neglect your reasoning for dismissing him, sighing irritably as you go to hang your dress up. The silent treatment irks him, it gets under his skin and you know that. And, of course, you’re taking full advantage. The irritably goes into full swing when you emerge out of the closet with a blanket, avoiding his gaze and going to grab your pillow.

A frustrated huff comes from him, “Act like a child all y’want, m’gonna follow you to every bloody room in th’house till yeh talk.”

“Well I don’t want you to follow me.”

“And she speaks!” He mocks, “s’about fucking time! Thought yeh went mute or y’just-”

“Will you shut the fuck up,” you hiss, and his eyes go wide, but he his lips stop moving for sure “just fucking shut up!”

He waits for something to follow, anything really, because he’s not sure when he’s seen you snap at him like that. He’s not sure he’s ever seen you snap like that. But he’s left to wait for however long you deem necessary, because you turn around again and head towards the staircase. But surely, he’s only steps behind you, feet so heavy coming down the stairs you swear he’s on the verge of falling.

“Christ can yeh not walk so fast.” He mutters, nearly slipping on the last step.

He flickers on the light of the living room, noticing how you chose to set up a makeshift bed on the sofa parallel to the coffee table. And a frown engraves itself on the lower half of his face when he sees you solemnly place your follow beside the armrest, slinging your blanket over the cushions before sitting down.

“M’I gonna have t’stand here th’entire night?” He sighs, disappointed you haven’t even turned to face him yet.

“No,” you answer, and a particular sense of relief washes over him, “on your way back upstairs now, can you switch the lights off?”

“(Y/N),” he growls, “you’re a big girl, no? I don’t understand wha’ I did t-”

“You,” you exhale, “you really don’t understand? Don’t understand why I’m mad?”

“No!” He exclaims, eyes bulging, “wouldn’t be pestering yeh if I did!”

“(Y/N) do yeh mind this doesn’t concern you!” You mimick, “(Y/N) can y’fucking go away!”

He nearly lets a giggle slip, not because he thinks your feelings are comical, but more so because you’re British accent is horrific and the faces your pulling are hysterical. The icy glare he receives from you shuts him up, immediately, and he goes back to standing in silence.

“(Y/N) iron my fookin shirt, (Y/N) can yeh knock it off. (Y/N) do this, (Y/N) do tha’ blah blah blah!”

“Y’finished now, yeah?” He snickers, and you can feel angry tears concurring.

“Forget it,” you lament, “just- I’m tired and I don’t wanna talk about this anymore.”

And now he feels bad, because he hadn’t meant to get you this upset. He didn’t really realize how snarky he had been, and just how much it seemed to get to you. The snickering was inappropriate, especially now, because he can see the angry tears aren’t really angry tears. He’s hurt your feelings, and he’s got you thinking its nothing more than a joke.

“(Y/N),” he sighs, “sorry doesn’t even- was unfair o’ me to be so nasty to yeh.”

“I feel this big right now,” you growl, leaving barely any space between your pointer finger and thumb to prove your point, “because you’re an immature dick who can’t appropriately handle your stress.”

“S’a valid point,” he admits, and now you finally decide to look at him, “you’re absolutely right, was a really childish thing o’ me t’do.”

“Yeah I know, that’s why I said it.”

“M’glad yeh did,” he agrees, and the tenseness in your body begins to subside, “really, ‘cus I didn’t even notice it and I feel awful tha’ I said all those things. ‘Specially in front of those people.”

“Yeah,” you murmur, “fuck you.”

“Deserve tha’,” he breathes, “kinda beating a dead horse at this point, but alright. Deserve it. You’re important t’me, mean tha’, ‘nd I don’t ever want yeh t’feel like you’re that small again. Y’larger than life ‘nd I don’t ever want yeh t’feel like anything less.”

“All very true.” You nod in agreement, to which he laughs at your pretend arrogance, smiling a little more comfortably when he pulls a small smile from you.

“Now will yeh come back upstairs so we can celebrate my movie role.” He teases, pulling you in by the strap of your bra.

“I’ll come back upstairs,” you submit, standing up with your pillow.

Harry stands up as well, going to follow you out of the room, before you stop him halfway towards the door.

“But you’ll stay down here,” you smile contently, and he frowns, “and don’t give me that face. Because I’m still fucking annoyed with you.”

He lets out a frustrated groan, giving you one of those childish whimpers as you head towards the stairwell and leave him behind.

“No celebratory sex? I got th’bloody movie role!” He whines, calling after you.

“Ask me again in a week.”

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hazkiwislutt · 5 years

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{prologue: chasing love series}

{ hi friends, it’s athena and this is the prologue to a series i’m writing. basically, it has a famous female character who is younger than Harry, but it’s set a few years in the future, like... Harry is going to be 29 and the mc is going to be 21 when they first meet (pls don’t shoot me) so that it fits in with some of the plot. i hope you like it, because if i do it right, this story is supposed to pull on all sorts of heartstrings and throw a bunch of curveballs at you! }

She was only twenty-one when they’d first met, old enough so that he didn’t feel bad taking a liking to her, but young enough that people would talk and make him feel bad about taking a liking to her. He’d met her at a party that Niall had thrown, and he hadn’t wanted to go, but he was a people-pleaser, and so that’s where he’d found himself that one Saturday night after he’d gotten off the plane from Japan. He’d arrived, and Niall had instantly whisked him away to the kitchen because he was just “dying fo’ yeh t’meet someone tha’ yeh’d like.”

Niall had nudged the kitchen door open, and to Harry’s surprise, she was standing over the sink, back facing toward him and Niall, chugging a bottle of Belvedere as if it were ice water at three in the morning on a Wednesday night after a really intense sleep. She finished it cleanly, not stopping even once as she demolished the bottle, and Harry grimaced, wondering how long it would be until the alcohol hit her like a freight train.

She was wearing a pair of CareBear pajama pants that flopped over her bare feat and a faded university sweatshirt that had an insane amount of holes littered across its expansion.

“I asked you to bring something stronger, not someone. I’ve gotta be absolutely blackout drunk if I’m gonna get through tonight, Niall.” She hadn’t turned around, and the sound of her voice acknowledging their presences startled Harry.

“Yeh not actually hung up on this bloke, are yeh? Yeh don’ need him!” Niall’s eyes widened and he lunged forward to seize her shoulders, spinning her to face him, to which she reacted with a bored shrug.

As he gazed at her side profile, Harry realized he knew this girl. She was relatively new on the music scene, but one big hit a year ago skyrocketed her to fame. Harry could admit he’d watched her in multiple interviews (and was also able to admit that she seemed intelligent, funny, and terribly captivating) and listened to a few of her songs (which were all crafted beautifully, and he even kept two of them on his shower playlist). He’d learned she was studying at a university when she’d released her song, and that her favorite juice was cranberry, and that she loved reptiles more than animals with fur, but he couldn’t for the life of him remember her name.

“I don’t know, Ni. It’s not like I want to be hung up on him, anyway, but the heart does weird shit. Anyways, what’s a girl gotta do to get some stronger liquor from her incredibly dashing Irish friend?” She put up her hands in a duo of finger guns, shaking them at Niall and grinning madly. Her smile was pretty, Harry decided.

“Hate t’be tha’ guy, but yeh not gettin’ anything from me. Yeh had enough to knock yeh into next week. Enough of tha’ now, this is my mate.” Niall gestured to Harry, raising his eyebrow to prompt him to introduce himself.

“M’Harry. S’nice to meet yeh.” He stepped out and outstretched his hand to shake hers, and nearly grunted in surprise as she grasped his and shook it tighter than he’d expected.

“Y/N.” She returned simply, but warmly with a large smile. Harry didn’t miss the way she was staring at his eyes with an intensely measured gaze. He was impressed and a bit put off by her unabashed confidence in doing so, having always been the person that did the speculating when meeting someone new, and it was both interesting and refreshing to meet someone that delivered the same energy.

“M’gonna go check on the other guests, but yeh better swear t’me tha’ yeh not gonna leave or do anythin’ stupid,” Niall scolded her with a stern eye, “an’ I mean really, Y/N. Seriously. Wanted Harry t’meet yeh ‘cause I remember yeh said yeh like him, an’ maybe it’d do yeh good t’make new friends.” He slipped out of the kitchen once more, leaving Harry alone with this new girl and her CareBear pajamas.

“I’d say yeh’ve got a nice grip, but s’a hell of a lot more than tha’, innit? Felt like Donald Trump himself was trying t’rip my arm off.” Harry grinned as he heard her erupt in loud giggles as she hopped up onto the counter alongside the bottle that had long been empty, swinging her feet gently against the cabinets beneath her. He decided her laugh was pretty, too, and it was one of the nicest laughs he’d ever heard in his life, and that he’d love to make her laugh all the time if that was his reward.

“That was a good one,” she hummed thoughtfully, “Sorry, though, if I actually hurt your hand. I was thinking really hard, like, should I gently shake your hand or what? ‘Cause you seem like a firm grip with a gentle twist kind of guy, and my brain couldn’t decide, so I just squeezed.”

“S’just a handshake, not a blood oath, love.” Harry smirked and she released another round of soft giggles before she quieted down completely. Before Harry could panic about an awkward lull in conversation and scramble for a topic of discussion, she reached out for his shoulder and grasped it.

“Hey, I’m sorry, but I’m about to be really fucking buzzed soon. I probably looked insane downing that entire bottle, so I’m apologizing now for the things I’ll inevitably do or say.” She shrugged at him sheepishly before pulling her hand away and returning her focus to her legs that were still swinging. She looked small, swaddled in her ratty sweatshirt and feet dangling so high off the ground from where she sat, and Harry was overcome and overwhelmed by a feeling of endearment as he stared at her.

“S’alright, ‘ve been there quite a few times. F’yeh want, we could talk about it.” He genuinely meant it. There was never a time where Harry didn’t want to not help, but he especially wanted to help her get her mind off things with conversation, which seemed to be a better alternative than consuming anymore alcohol. She was young, younger than him certainly, but not childish, and he was consumed by an odd wave of protectiveness as he watched her.

“Maybe later I’ll give you the whole run down.” She stopped, and a beat of silence passed before she continued, “I really like your music, by the way. I’ve been a fan since like... way before all this happened to me, and you helped me through a lot. I swear, I was like the biggest Directioner. I’ve still got your posters up in my room back home. Sorry if that’s weird to say, but I mean, it’s kinda cool to be sitting in front of you after staring at you on paper for so long. That sounds fuckin’ creepy, too. Christ, I’m sorry, I’m really not helping my case, am I?”

Harry laughed as she talked, listening to her switch inflections at the beginning of nearly every sentence, as if she were talking to someone new every time. He was gratified and extremely moved by the reverential tone she used as she thanked him, never experiencing someone so in awe and grateful in his life for things he hadn’t directly done.

“S’not creepy. I performed with Stevie Nicks, an’ I nearly pissed m’pants, so I get it. M’also a fan of yeh’re music, ‘ve even got two of yeh songs on m’shower playlist.” Harry watched as she blinked in surprise (very cutely, he might add) and bashfully smiled at her lap.

“Thank you, really, that means a lot to me. It was all so surreal... You know, I was going to be a journalist before all of this happened. I was double-majoring, but I’d always wanted to do music. In college, I was in such a bad place, and then, I released the song, got snatched up by a producer, and now here I am, talking to Harry Styles.” She scooted higher up onto the counter and dropped her head back against the wall, closing her eyes, as if reliving everything she’d just divulged.

“I know how tha’ feels, too. S’the craziest thing, waking up, an’ realizing yeh life will never be the same again.” Harry leaned against the side of the counter, finding himself sucked into a whirlwind of memories as he fondly remembered his rise to fame. It was silent, save for the obvious noises of the party floating through the rest of the house, but it was comfortable, as if they’d both understood they needed that moment.

“Harry,” she’d said suddenly, sitting up quickly and fumbling to grab his shoulder, eyes a bit hazy and unfocused. He’d grasped her hand where it lay on him, and squeezed it reassuringly, giving her a small smile.

“Want to hear about my troubles before I throw them up in this sink?” He laughed once more at her bluntness, and nodded encouragingly.

“G’on then, love. Let’s hear it.”

He’d barely finished his sentence before she was off and running, words slurred together and hand warm on his shoulder, telling the story of a “stupid boy with ratty hair, but damn it it was so nice to yank on”, who she’d had a fling with in her senior year of high school that moved away to “some random ass country, think it was fuckin’ Australia” and did a bunch of god-awful things that pulled her heartstrings all the wrong ways, and suddenly happened to swing back into her life, demanding that they pick up where they’d left off and talk about the semantics of their relationship, just as she’d finally “gotten my balls in order and wanted to move on, the asshole.” Tonight, he gave her the option of meeting him over dinner, or “’saying goodbye to us forever’, like, come on, who even says that?”. She’d declined, and this is where Harry had arrived to watch her resort to chugging Belvedere.

By the time she’d finished, her voice was quiet and tinged with a bit of frustration. Harry was sure he’d felt these things before, and he dare he admit it, he probably inflicted these feelings before.

“I’m so tired of being sad. It’s exhausting. I just want to be able to be happy, by myself again, so that maybe I can share that happiness with someone else in the future.” Her voice was low, and her eyes were drooping with the weight of her dilemma, and the burden of the alcohol that was no doubt running through her veins at this point.

She looked exhausted, not in a bad way, but in a way that showed the internal battle she’d been fighting in her heart. Harry felt bad, even a bit sad, that someone like her should have to endure someone else’s faults. She was a beautiful girl, with wit that was more surprising than shocking, and an air around her that drew him in.

“S’not worth it, yeh know,” Harry rushed the words out before he could stop them, “an’ he didn’t deserve to have someone like yeh care about him. Niall’s right, an’ I know I jus’ met yeh, but I think yeh’re just lovely, an’ things will work out for yeh eventually. Swear on it.”

She’d looked at him with large eyes that held a mixture of inebriation and sadness, but above all, gratitude as she soaked in his words. Harry opened his arms a bit, as if tentatively asking if she’d like to be enveloped in them, and Y/N didn’t need any other invitation. She scooted to the end of the counter and burrowed into Harry’s chest, legs on either side of his hips and arms wrapped around him tightly. Harry’s throat constricted weirdly as if her touch had awoken something within him (but for now, he'd simply say that he felt pity and understanding).

“I’m just so tired of chasing love, you know?” Her voice was muffled from where her face was pressed against his chest.

“Suppose tha’ this has got t’be the cheesiest thing ever, but maybe one day, it’ll be worth all of the chasing, right?” Harry fought the urge to stroke her hair down and caress the sides of her face as he breathed her in. The air suddenly felt thin and his heart began to beat wildly, the close proximity working against him, but if she’d noticed, she didn’t show it.

“I hope you’re right.”

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heartkook · 6 years

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unconventional || jeon jungkook

Anonymous said: Hey I was wondering if u could do an imagine where the reader(any gender) likes rock/metal music and has never heard kpop before yet manage to make them fall for each other. It can be any member by the way

Anonymous said: heyyyy im actually in love with your account keep up the great work!!! just wanted to pop up and (if possible) request a story on how you (a non-idol) would somehow end up dating jungkook but like kinda not too unrealistic ya feel? ahahahahha sorry if this is a struggle but yeh :^)

Jeon Jungkook x reader

Summary: ‘Why would someone like him, date someone like you?’ Or, how someone ordinary could end up with someone like Jungkook.

Genre: drabble, fluff

Words: 803

Decided to put these two requests together as they were kinda similar!! I hope this is the sort of thing you guys wanted <3 (also you’re rlly sweet thank u ily)

I love this babyboy

Idols had never really been on my radar. Living and studying in South Korea, it was pretty hard to not be aware of the K-Pop industry, and the artists that were taking it by storm. But I had always liked rock music more, and while I appreciated the effort and skill of K-Pop artists, I wasn’t exactly a devoted fan.

Still, I knew enough to recognise Jungkook from BTS when he walked in, across the room from me at a birthday party.

He was standing against the wall, a drink in his hand, chatting amicably to a group of people. I kept my eyes on him, not sure I was correct in my identification. But as his face turned towards me and the light hit his cheekbones I knew it was him. It was also made obvious by the extended glances that others at the party were giving him, their eyes full of something between awe and jealousy.

"Hey, why is he here?" I asked the friend whose birthday it was. They explained that he had been a friend of a friend before he debuted, and was eventually invited as someone's plus one. "Not that I'm complaining", she added with a smirk in his direction, and I laughed, nodding.

A while later, I was sitting on a couch with a group of my friends when he was brought into our conversation, awkwardly giving each of us a smile. I couldn't help but to laugh as he introduced himself uncomfortably to everyone, finding it funny how different he seemed from the stage persona I had seen all over my social media.

When our eyes met then, I hadn’t known what it would turn into.

In a whirlwind of awkward conversations and blushing cheeks, I somehow left the party with his number. It didn’t take long for him to call me, stuttering and laughing on the other end of the phone, and I found myself saying yes to a date. It didn’t seem real. His world and my world were too different, but neither of us could deny the way we had instantly clicked.

Things progressed quickly, but I was too wrapped up in him to even notice.

Of course, when people found out, it was difficult. I had friends that immediately demanded to meet him, their eyes wide and frenzied at the thought of coming anywhere near Jungkook of BTS. “You’re so lucky,” They would tell me, envy tightening their features. “you’re dating an idol.”

But it wasn’t like that. I wasn’t dating the idol Jungkook; the worldwide star. Sure, that part of him was important, but it wasn’t why I was there. I was dating the sweet, funny and awkward boy I had met at a party. Him being famous hadn’t been on my mind when I had agreed to that first date.

It was hard to ignore people’s comments though, and sometimes I did find myself wondering the question I had read, and people had asked me, so many times. Why would someone like him, date someone like you? The truth was, I didn’t know. I was completely ordinary.

“Do you love me?” I asked out of the blue one day, my head in Jungkook’s lap. I was reading a book, while he watched something, scrolling through his phone absentmindedly. He stopped what he was doing, peering down at me through his eyelashes with a confused expression.

“Of course.” He said softly, his hand coming to stroke my hair.

“You don’t think I’m… too ordinary?” I asked quietly, squirming under his gaze but needing to ask him; needing to know. “I mean, I’m not an idol.” His mouth turned up at one side, and he shook his head down at me, still gently carding his fingers through my hair.

“You.” He leant down and pressed his lips against mine. “Are anything but ordinary.” He kissed me again, and I found myself leaning up into it. He pulled back with a childish smile, looking down at me with so much fondness and light in his expression.

Jungkook was never one for many words – no long rants or lectures about how I was perfect the way I was, and he didn’t want anyone else. But I could see it all there, in his eyes. I could feel it, in the way he held my hand, and the way his lips moved so delicately against mine, like he was afraid to hurt me.

So Jungkook and I continued on. It wasn’t the average relationship – there were implications and downfalls and times I hated the fact that he was an idol. But in the end, it didn’t matter. We were just like any other couple: argumentative at times, understanding, and so in love with each other we were full to bursting. I wouldn’t have changed a thing.

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Growing Pains. Part 11a (NSFW)

Cowritten with @disastrousintention.

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It was Saturday morning, Tilly and Lottie were relaxing in their room after a busy and chaotic couple of weeks. They were both quieter than normal, not really talking much.

"You'll never guess who I saw walking near school during yesterday break..." Tilly started, breaking the silence between them.

“Who?”

"Sarah!"

“She not dropped yet?”

"You knew she was knocked up?! You didn't tell me!" Tilly whined.

“Sorry,” Lottie shrugged, “Thought you knew anyway!”

"No! Wonder when the baby is due... She looks huge!" Tilly giggled.

“Yeah she does!”

"Its weird coz I swear when mum was pregnant it was only her belly that got big. Sarah is huge all over." Tilly mused.

“Every baby’s different.” Lottie replied back with a shrug.

"I 'spose. Wonder who the dad is..."

“Who do you think?”

"Well, she wasn't with anyone when I saw her..." Tilly shrugged. "How did you find out she was knocked up?"

“You really don’t know?” Lottie rolled over to lay on her stomach.

"Know what?" Tilly sat up, suddenly very interested.

“The baby’s Peter’s.”

"What?!" Tilly's eyes popped out of her head. "I thought he was shagging Holly now!"

“Well he was clearly shagging ‘em both weren’t he?”

"What a divvy twat!" Tilly snorted.

“Hmm.” Lottie sighed.

"So long as Holly don't end up the same way..! Then he'd be really fucked."

“Maybe dad isn’t the only one with super sperm.” Lottie giggled.

"Eww! Gross!" Tilly screwed her face up. "I swear every time him or mum say they've got summat important to tell us I'm convinced that's what they're gunna say!"

“That he’s got her knocked up again? Nah, don’t think that’s gonna happen.”

"Well it's been six years..." Tilly rolled her eyes.

“Exactly.”

"Oli is six years younger than us dipshit!"

“Oh yeah!” Lottie giggled. “Urgh, I hope they don’t pop another baby out!”

"I'm surprised they don't just fly out at this point!" Tilly sniggered.

“Tilly!! Your fanny doesn’t get bigger just cos you have kids!”

"That's good coz otherwise mum would have some serious issues!"

“Can we stop talking about mum, her fanny and dad knocking her up please? It’s making me a tad nauseous.”

"You just be thankful you didn't get woken up the other night!" Tilly shuddered.

“Ew!! What woke you up? That squeaky bloody bed or dad’s groans?”

"Nah... It was mum being, um, encouraging..."

Lottie pretended to vomit. “They’re far too loud!”

"Far too loud. There's just no consideration in this house! I caught Krystal running nearly naked across the upstairs hallway the other morning..!"

“Ew!”

"At least Em's 'friend' doesn't act like she owns the place strutting round in her underwear like she thinks she works for Ann Summers!"

Lottie giggled, “I didn’t think you knew what Ann Summers was.”

Tilly reached in under her bed and pulled out a suspender belt. "Where do you think I nicked this from?" She smirked.

Lottie gasped, “Tils!”

"It was Milly's idea!"

“You ever gonna wear it?”

"Maybe." Tilly smirked.

“You got your eye on someone?”

"Nah. It's too much fun watching the lads in our class making twats of themselves trying to hit on me." Tilly giggled.

Lottie rolled her eyes, “Least you’re getting hit on. No one ever notices me.” She grumbled sadly.

"Aww, I can send some of them your way if you like?"

Lottie shrugged, “Whatever.”

"Anyway... What do you think to this new 'friend' of Emmy's?"

“She’s alright.”

"I don't get why she seems to be practically living here all of a sudden..."

Lottie shrugged, “Maybe we should ask Em?”

"You can!"

“Fine I will.”

"Wait for me!" Tilly giggled as she followed Lottie out the bedroom.

“Hurry up then!” Lottie went up to Emily’s room and knocked on the door.

The was a pause before Emily called for them to come in.

Lottie and Tilly entered the room together. “You alright, Em?”

"Yeh we're just practising some new sketching techniques."

“You and your 'friend'?” Lottie and Tilly giggled.

"Do you mean Beth?" Emily asked, picking up on her sisters' tone. "She's just getting some sandwiches downstairs but she'll be back up in a minute so knock it off."

“Is she a friend? Or is she a friend like mum and dad were friends to each other?” Lottie asked, her hand on her hip. “And why isn’t she at home?”

"Her mum works nights at the hospital so mum and dad let her stay over so she's not on her own." Emily replied, ignoring the other question.

“You didn’t answer my other question, Em!”

"Am I not allowed to have friends or something?"

“Sure but is she a friend, friend?”

"What's a friend, friend?" Beth asked as she arrived back in the room.

“Are you and my sister shagging? Or whatever it is lesbians do to each other.” Tilly blurted out.

"That's none of your business but yes I'm a lesbian. You got a problem with that?" Beth retorted.

“Would I be stood here talking to you if I had a problem with your sexuality?” Tilly replied.

"Well from the way you were harassing your sister..."

“I weren’t harassing her! I was just asking if you were friends. Or friend friends, like our parents were.”

“Tils, we should probably leave them to it.” Lottie tried to steer Tilly out of the bedroom.

"It was your idea!" Tilly argued with her twin.

“Yeah well. I didn’t realise she was gonna be a cocky cow!” Lottie answered back.

"You were right pocket, they're so childish!" Beth remarked.

“Ugh! And you’re so lame, haven’t you got your own home to go to? We’re not charity!” Tilly tutted and she and Lottie left the room, heading back to their own bedroom.

Reaching their room Tilly flopped down onto her bed.

Lottie copied her actions.

"To think I thought she was alright." Tilly grumbled.

“She might just be a bit defensive until we get to know her.” Lottie shrugged, “Fuck knows.”

"But she is a lesbian..."

“Yeah and..?”

"Do you think that means that Emmy is too?"

“Maybe.” Lottie shrugged, “Or maybe she’s both? What do they call that?”

"Erm... To be honest I stopped listening during that bit in sex ed..." Tilly shrugged.

“Bisexual or something like that. They like both. Cock and fanny.” Lottie laughed.

Tilly wrinkled her nose. "Cock all the way thanks very much!" She giggled.

“You’ve never seen one!”

"Yeh I have!" Tilly pouted.

Lottie gasped, “When? Who’s?”

"Tommy and Lewis got theirs out on the school field."

“Oh my God!”

"Yeh. Tommy's is way bigger than Lewis'!" Tilly giggled.

“I’m going downstairs for a glass of water. You want anything?” Lottie asked as she got up off her bed, attempting to change the conversation topic.

"You're just put out coz Lewis has got a tiny knob!" Tilly teased.

“Maybe.” Lottie laughed.

"You never know he might be a grow-er not a show-er..!" Tilly shrugged.

“Ew! Tils!” Lottie pulled a face before heading to the door, “Sure you don’t want anything from the kitchen?”

"Grab us a couple of biscuits?"

“Alright.” Lottie wandered downstairs, passing her mum in the hall.

"You ok Lottiepop?" Duffy smiled.

“Uh huh.” Lottie forced a smile.

"You sure?"

Lottie shrugged and wandered into the kitchen to get a glass of water, “When did you have your first boyfriend?” She asked her mum.

Duffy hesitated slightly. "Um... Fifteen. Why?"

“Just wondered.” Lottie lent against the counter and sipped her water.

"Are you worried about something? Is someone pressuring you?"

Lottie laughed bitterly, “Chance would be a fine thing.”

"What do you mean?"

“I don’t really get noticed.” Lottie sipped her water again and sighed.

"Trust me that's no bad thing."

Lottie shrugged. “Maybe one day.”

"When the time is right and the right person comes along." Duffy smiled encouragingly at her youngest daughter.

Lottie sipped her water again, “Mum? Can I ask you a question?”

"Sure."

“Is Em a lesbian?”

"Isn't that a question you should be asking your sister?"

“Her friend got all defensive with a right attitude when I asked earlier.”

"When you asked or when Tilly asked?" Duffy chuckled lightly.

“Tilly asked. But still, I haven’t got a problem if my sister is a lesbian. Don’t matter to me or Tils!”

#chuffy #charlie and duffy #charlie fairhead #lisa duffin

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